He’s 77

In dog years. I love that he sleeps pretty much all day, unless there is another dog around, or you utter the words, “treat,” “squirrel,” or “go.” I say, “wanna go pick up Tiller?” and he is up like a shot, arthritis be damned! Knocks the screen door open by himself and goes out to […]

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A Mother’s Dilemma

I read an interesting article this morning on parenting.com, about girls and sports. The blogger obviously has two very athletic girls who like to play sports; she bemoans the fact that society doesn’t seem to be able to reconcile beauty and unisex athleticism. Interesting, but not exactly a groundbreaking discussion. But what about this? What […]

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The Bear Went Over the Mountain

Rollie was in his first grade musical last week. Okay, I don’t like to brag, but he was the lead in the first grade musical. I know what you’re thinking. . . where did that come from? He didn’t get that from his mama, that’s for sure. And you’re right. His teacher told me she […]

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Stone Mountain Sunday

It was, like, 67 degrees in Atlanta yesterday. Beautiful weather, and reminds me why I love the South. Shorts in January! I have been working and volunteering a LOT. Like, so much that i am burned out, my psoriasis is spreading due to the stress, and i have finally started saying, “I can’t do that.” […]

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Happy New Year!

We stayed home last night, and friends came over. Ned and Vanessa also didn’t have a sitter, so we decided to do a slumber party again this year. Surprisingly, our friends Matt and Shannon, and Carlie and Brandon, both childless, came also. I guess we are all getting old and they didn’t want to do […]

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A Good Day

I thought I was having kind of a crazy day. I started my period yesterday, and I had to do a newsletter for a non-profit, and we still had a bare Christmas tree just sitting around undecorated. We got it on Friday and didn’t even have time to decorate it until late this afternoon, and […]

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The Gift of Dreaming

Do you remember your dreams? Do you think they are a message you are supposed to receive and think on? Or are they just your brain’s way of working things out for you while your body rests? Mine are very vivid, in color, and the ones closest to waking up are sometimes so real that […]

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