I’m not particularly self-contained when I am happy. “Graceful” would not be the word of choice. At my brightest moments, I tend to jump, bounce, giggle, fling, or shout.
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I’m not particularly self-contained when I am happy. “Graceful” would not be the word of choice. At my brightest moments, I tend to jump, bounce, giggle, fling, or shout.
Read MoreI sat at the table on the lawn outside my door, the warm October breeze ruffling the pages of my journal as I filled page after page.
Read MoreThursday morning, I sat in my sunroom with my first cup of good coffee in what felt like a lifetime.
Read MoreIf you were to visit our home in Canada, you would pass by a large antique hutch cupboard, which display’s various pictures of our children framed for everyone to see.
Read MoreWhat is freedom?
Read MoreLast year was the first year we planted a full garden.
Read MoreOn April 15, 1997, I received a call that changed my world.
Read MoreOh, whoa! I just saw my right hand typing when I was struck cold in my thoughts: “Oh, really! This is my hand?
Read MoreSeven years ago this month, I walked down the aisle to marry a man whom I loved and cared for. I was terrified. I was excited.
Read MoreIt had been a day wrought with deep emotion.
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