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The Wedding Party

About 13 years ago, a group of us started hanging out together during 5th grade basketball games. Before the holiday weekend, that group got together to celebrate one of us as mother-of-the-bride-to-be. Our conversations touched upon...

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Scrapbook: The Closet

I think I’ve mentioned before that when the kids were growing up I desperately needed more closet space. So we added a bedroom, a great room, a porch, and a finished basement. In this...

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The Week In Review

Sometimes I feel a little guilty about not having a job. You know – guilt over not fulfilling my potential, not accomplishing anything concrete, and not earning an income. That feeling strikes me when...

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Blue Balls

Phil was moved to a rehab facility Thursday, and things continue to look up. Over the course of the past six weeks, we’ve been keeping immediate family members informed via a group text. There...

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She Did It

She is a high school graduate. There were times we weren’t quite sure that was going to happen. As a result of her experiences there, I can’t look at that high school with the...

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Small Pleasures

Despite everything that is going on, there is still fun to be had. Like: A boat ride to Meredith for ice cream and the annual Memorial Day fair, even in the cold. Having my nephew...

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Flowers

Phil’s stay at the hospital continues. And continues. And continues. He has just about had it, which is more than understandable. But it will continue awhile longer. We’ve set up a sort of round...

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In Motion

Two weeks and a day. That’s how long Phil has been in the hospital. The original surgery that went so well has been complicated with an infection. An infection that has done a number...

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On Being Amazed

As any doting mother, I look on my children with amazement. They are smart, independent, caring, kind, personable, fun, talented, capable, responsible, strong, poised, and beautiful. And I’ll probably think of more complimentary adjectives...

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Some Dark Humor

There’s been a bit of dark humor around these parts lately. Phil keeps on saying he and my mother are in a race to the finish line. Where the finish line is THE finish...