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be a light
“I can’t smell my coffee” was followed later in the day by “This ketchup tastes awful!”
No, please let it not be so!
not anymore, dear little one
Do you have one loved little one, like me, that’s always screaming for your attention ... always interrupting things?
Do you have one that no matter how hard you try and how calm you attempt to make your surroundings, will always squawk just as you’re sitting down to dinner or getting settled in to read a book or play a family game at night?
Choosing Joy During Uncertain Times
She gave me a wry grin and shook her head.
"Is that getting old?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, but then her laughter told me she (sorta) liked my little comedy routine.
Now that my daughter, husband, and most of us are doing school and work at home, I say, "Drive safe!" and "See you tonight!"
the dash that is our life
Yesterday, I visited the cemetery where my dad was laid to rest in 1985.
I hadn't planned to stop there, but construction and a wrong turn after dropping my mom at the airport led me on an adventure through the city of Chicago and then to the highway that passed his exit.
I settled in the shade in the summer heat and was surprised that tears can still appear.