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Chasing rabbits

I must be brief this morning. My toddler is still quietly sleeping in her crib, curled up in a little pink ball. Last night, she resisted her normal 7:30 p.m. bedtime and wanted to watch an extra episode of Curious George, her current favorite cartoon. After that, she pitter-pattered around the house, dragging her "Good… Continue reading Chasing rabbits

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Magi

Today's post is by my friend Amber Hood, who is one of the most generous and compassionate people I know. I'm not sure if her students know how blessed they are to know her! Most of us know “The Gift of the Magi” by O Henry.  It’s about a young couple that doesn’t have very… Continue reading Magi

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Day 26: Dear writers

*Day 26 in the Dear Gratitude project is by yours truly again--only four more days of this project left!* Dear writers, You have shaped who I am, and you've shaped what I do. Thank you, Beverly Cleary, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Ann M. Martin, E.B. White, Francine Pascal, and the rest of you who wrote the… Continue reading Day 26: Dear writers

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Day 22: Dear Mrs. McGrath

*It's hard to believe Day 22 of the Dear Gratitude project has arrived! Only eight more days of letters from eight more wonderful guest writers. Today's post is by LaDonna Busby, a friend and fellow church member.* This thank you is long overdue, and it is going to someone long dead.  Why do we wait… Continue reading Day 22: Dear Mrs. McGrath

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Day 2: Dear darling boys

*Thanks to my generous and zany friend Amber Hood for serving as today's contributor to my November "Dear Gratitude" letter writing project. Each day in November, a different writer will share a letter to someone or something she is thankful for.* Darling boys in my class— I have first hand knowledge of what it’s like… Continue reading Day 2: Dear darling boys

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Getting the morning back

Yesterday I had a relentless migraine that materialized before I ever got out of bed. My goal was to complete my last research paper for graduate school by bedtime yesterday; I finished six of eight pages, but I decided I'd be better off finishing it minus the nausea, pain, and throbbing which overwhelmed me. I… Continue reading Getting the morning back