…notes from the dark side of overabundance

It's doubtful anyone who knows my family would associate our surname with minimalism.  I know I'm bucking the tide, but it's a way of life that appeals to me more and more. I'm a fan of Joshua Becker's, Becoming Minimalist, website.  He's practical and inspiring.  I didn't care for her book, but watched every episode …

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Found

A mom can find her kid. Even in a crowd. I could find Andrew on the football field by watching for arms and legs. I can spot Daniel by the sound of his laugh. And Ian’s voice draws my attention. Much like his dad’s, it's distinctive and pleasing.  And as with Andrew, if he's moving, I can find …

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Two Eggs, Toast and Coffee Cliff

Doug and I don’t get much couple time anymore… unless you count TV after dinner… until one of us conks out… and that would be him. Sometimes I arrange for a caregiver on Saturdays.  Typically we’ll spend that day working on the never-ending projects at our old house.  And that’s OK with me.  It’s a day together.  I appreciate …

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31 Days of Aging Grace ~ Ninja Grace

It was a hard day... the day we left Alaska. We teamed up with a trucker friend named Barry.  His wife had left him and he was on a mission to find her and make amends. So there we were, heading down the Alaska Highway... three depressed adults, four active boys, one big rig, a van …

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How I Can Look Like A Rusty Tractor

The man has a knack for spotting old things stuck in the bushes… along a road… in someone’s driveway… out in the middle of no-where. He catches a glimpse... of a headlight, a tail light amongst the branches, a rusty fender… and more often than not it ends up in our yard. Last weekend’s acquisition is …

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Me and Mom and Osmosis

When I read Gone With the Wind, I totally pictured my mom as one of those gorgeous, genteel, southern belles… skilled in every social grace. Once the kids in my class asked me if she was an actress because she wore sunglasses to a parent-teacher conference… and in today’s parlance, she looked smokin’. She greeted me after …

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State Capitals… and Why I Need to Remember Stuff

I never liked to memorize anything.  Multiplication tables in 4th grade are my only claim to fame in that department.  And that was only because we got to move up the line and get out the door faster for lunch. I can be bribed with food. But I do admire people who effortlessly rattle off a famous …

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