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Morality: Looking Before
Leaping on Faith Alone

sitting on the edge

At one point or another, every parent hears their child say, “I didn’t meant to” or “I didn’t try to.” Sometimes all that is needed is a nod and a, “I know. It’s okay.” Other times something more is called for. One of my favorite responses was “You didn’t try not to.”

Travel Light

suitcase

Baggage keeps us in the past and blocks the road to the future. You can’t live in the past. Shut the door behind you. Travel light. Take with you only those things you have learned from the mistakes you have made.



Reflection on the Larceny of Squirrels

squirrel

The other day, I watched one neighboring squirrel raid the nest of the homesteader in our front yard tree. A few days later, the homesteader buried another cache of nuts on our boulevard. As soon as he left, the neighbor came over, searched, pillaged and re-buried our homesteader's bounty. No wonder the homesteader can't find his stockpile!



Favorite Child

heart pool

My young son asked, “Momma, who do you love more? Me or Nicki?” I had to think. I knew the stock answer was, “I love you both the same,” but I didn’t. I loved some qualities about him that she didn’t have and she had some lovable qualities that I didn’t see in him.

Memories of August

children at play
Fotolia Stock Photo: Children Playing

Creeks and wooded walkways had all been explored. Forts were built and dismantled; some were rebuilt and some were abandoned. The days were hot, too hot for outdoor play, and so after supper we all went out into the dusk to reconnect our friendships with backyard (and front-yard) games.

More Time

family time

For just a moment, I wished the nostalgic wish that crosses every mother's mind from time to time. I wished that I could go back in time and hear the youthful voices of my children and their friends one more time.



One Bright Star

star

I sit here tonight and watch the star that I have "found" in the heavens. Memories collide and I am reminded of a sweaty little palm that held tightly onto my hand, a palm that, too quickly, slipped from my grasp.



Cartwheels in the Parking Lot

cartwheel

My kids were three years apart. On the day my youngest started pre-school, it was the first time in six years that I had a few hours completely to myself.

Cabbage Patch Kid

The year Cabbage Patch Kids came out, it was the only thing my daughter wanted for Christmas. Her Christmas wish was my only experience in Black Friday shopping. We fought the crowds and looked everywhere for one and everywhere was sold out.

5 Ways to Keep Winter at Bay

winter clothes

The older I get, the more I dread the onslaught of winter cold temps. Lucky for me I have found five sure-fire tricks to keep warm weather around a little longer.