Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Family
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What are girls' stories? What are boys' stories? What happens if a boy likes a story a girl likes? Hey, what was the answer to the first question? Inclusion, not exclusion, encourages dialogue. We're on the right track now! But wait. I count way too many heads pushed to the margins. Let's invite them in.…
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Tempting:treats on tray Tough to pass up:human food Cream puffs:big no no
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Shirley stands sentry over old family plots and archived secrets. She is one in a long line of Truth Tamers, women in Shirley's family who write down the stories others work so very hard to bury. Truth Tamers do not seek vengeance or wish ill will on anyone. On the contrary, Shirley and her kin…
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What is it I see?Forget the sickly green beans.Drumstick and roll, please.
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The 10th is when the barrier between our worlds becomes thin as monofilament. Eight Octobers have revealed glimpses of how you spend your days now that clocks and calendars are unnecessary: Accurate casts hit the target in swift-moving rivers. The crowd chants "DEFENSE!" Sweet, crisp air is ringed by thick, delicious smoke. Karaoke. Today…
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Waverly learned "the K word" early on in her career as a mischievous miniature schnauzer. Food was a huge deal, and Waverly's girth, for most of her 15 years, was a testament to her love (o.k…obsession) of kibble. She was surprisingly quick on her feet, though. Let her loose on a good sandy shoreline and…
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family antics poolside new toenail varnish clubbing all night brought the bag full of beer KitKat red bull niece wants pennies pitched into the pool DIVE DIVE DIVE maintenance men weld the gate shut in and out they come stretched out in a new suit bottom damp hair messy always looks good shade of live…
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I can't pretend I don't see them. Family that have moved on. They could be pulses of energy shot out of overloaded neurons. Tracers with faces that bear the same mix-and-match features as my own. Hereditary, by all accounts. The trailing vine of ancestral knowledge is wrapped around my spine. Gnarled fingers point in one…
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The doilies were a connection for Imelda. She'd lost the ability to maintain ties when her girl moved away from home. Trivets and cosies, however, were Imelda's way to establish links which could be handed down from one generation to the next. She liked the notion of circles joining to form a strong bond. Imelda…
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Learning to love is an ongoing process. A process that is sometimes simple; at other times it is a frustrating mystery. Finding compassion, understanding, and patience within ourselves requires courage. It takes even more heart to go deeper and to let go of the things we cannot change. Knowing we can only move forward with…
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