Reclaiming Play

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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Come play.

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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Pumpkins and Play

Rebecca’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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