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By the time you’re eighty years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it. – George Burns. My girl walks proudly on to the stage clutching her trumpet. She beams when she sees me in the audience and does one of those little low wagging of her fingers, a wave just for me. […]

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mixed emotions

In front of me is a notepad and her camera. To my side is six screwed up bits of paper.

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In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled. ~Paul Eldridge

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a lesson in grace

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mother's soliloquy

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. – Mary Schmich     I’ve been waiting and dreading And yet also dreaming of the day You would ask me this question.   The day you would come to me for advice, Flushed and heady, sparkling eyes, Full of that somebody new.   What will […]

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  Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your livingroom. -Mary Schmich   Ladies and gentlemen… today I am taking a small break from our regularly scheduled programming… but it couldn’t be more pertinent, even if I had tried.   I’d like to dedicate today’s post to a very dedicated little girl.   Who […]

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“Sing.” -Mary Schmich Today I am singing the praises of small cheats. Nothing serious of course. A shortcut when doing chores, a quick cheats recipe when cooking dinner, time saving measures when you are short on… time. And that brings me to my post today. Which is a cheat…because I officially did not write it today. But […]

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 My daughter had a homework assignment to do.   Brainstorm a BIG list of all the words you can think of that represent Australia.   She started off strong… Melbourne, Victoria, koala, wombat, footy, meat pie, kangaroo, southern cross, sydney opera house, Barrier Reef, Ayers Rock, boomerang… the list went on and on… until we […]

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Behind the Hall of Preserving Harmony is the largest courtyard of the Forbidden city. As some of our group, sweaty but determined, headed up the grand marble staircase I was distracted by a gathering of folk who seemed intent on trying to fan themselves while catching two wild children. These kids were slippery indeed. They […]

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