course correction, one step at a time…

Three things stood out in my thoughts this week: Amazement that my husband and I celebrated our 48th wedding anniversary - A memory from our summer road trip in which I considered being dropped off at the nearest airport because I didn't want to ride with him anymore - And a sentence I read in …

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knowing where you are, but maybe not…

We hadn't planned on staying the night in Salt Lake City. Of course, we also hadn't planned on loosing time to an oil leak in the truck and a flat tire on the trailer.  We were two days behind on our journey and Doug wanted to make that up. But we needed fuel. And we …

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narrow bands of time

Last weekend we made the familiar 10 hour drive south.  Since my husband and I wouldn't see my uncle until the next day and there were no motel rooms available anyway, we drove the extra hour into San Francisco. That choice gave us dinner at a favorite restaurant, and an unseasonably affordable, beautiful hotel room …

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the full heart life

Two team members are dead. The third rests against a tree, mortally wounded.  His last words are to tell his wife how much he loves her, "and that I died with my brothers...with a full heart" From the movie Lone Survivor. The scene and those words are stuck in my head. What does it mean to die with …

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the thin line between good and hard…

If you post on Facebook regularly, you are familiar with your "memories" from a year or two or five popping into your daily newsfeed. This week, this photo memory caught my attention. It was exactly one year ago that one of my new daughters-in-law very bravely, on her own, bought a cute little house.  She searched, …

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A Collection of Days

Today was a good day. Every day is a good day.  I choose it to be.  The alternative is unacceptable. Every day is a good day even when there's too much work, my knee is stiff, and I must cook dinner for the 80 millionth time (slight exaggeration). Even the day that arrives with unseen pressure lightens when I remember …

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Twenty Dollars Worth of Balls and a Dirt Bath

I could prattle on about my trip to the craft shop early this week, where a bin of hula hoops and brightly colored balls caught my eye. $3.99 the sign said. Since I'm updating the grandkids' toy box I grabbed a couple of balls, the items I went to the store for and checked out.  …

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