The red light indicating low fuel shone brightly from my dashboard. Wondering how long it had been on, I pushed a button to reveal the distance I had left to travel.
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The red light indicating low fuel shone brightly from my dashboard. Wondering how long it had been on, I pushed a button to reveal the distance I had left to travel.
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It was my high school German teacher, Herr Wooden, who, upon my graduating, brought to my attention that I take life too seriously.
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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.
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I watched her steal His heart.
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My blue Schwinn came equipped with a flower adorned white plastic basket, which I promptly removed.
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When I was a little girl I’d spend hours upon hours playing and imagining in my Grandma’s garden.
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Play hasn’t come easy for me. Some of you may be wondering how that is possible. After all doesn’t everyone like to play?
Read MoreRebecca’s face lit up as soon as she entered our home. “Abudo!” she exclaimed as she looked at the pumpkins our kids were carving that Halloween afternoon.
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I experienced an awakening to change recently.
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The email sat open, mocking me with it’s unfeeling, bright white glow.
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