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George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11

Note: I wrote the original post Sept 11, 2015. With some revisions, I’m sharing a message that still resonates today. Thank you for taking the time to read. xo ***** George Strait was my first country singer crush. In college, my roommate and I sang Amarillo by Morning to each other while we Aqua-netted our… Continue reading George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11

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Prairie Burn

In my corner of the country, spring is the signal to burn the prairie. Start fresh, and purge the landscape of weeds and seeds and spindly trees. This fire-fallow cultivation is a showy signal to Mother Nature and a tell that it’s time to beckon the sprouted green aftermath. Like thunderstorms, the sensual lure of… Continue reading Prairie Burn

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George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11

George Strait was my first country singer crush. In college, my roommate and I sang “Amarillo by Morning” to each other while we Aqua-netted our hair to heavens. Mr. Strait was handsome, humble, and very helpful in snagging me a husband. (“All My Ex’s” is the perfect song for Two-Stepping and I needed a partner!)… Continue reading George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11

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Tangled, Tethered, and Tied

The other day, these words popped into my head while I was untangling garden twine. I grabbed a pen and the nearest seed packet to scratch out the words in case I forgot them. *I want my kite strings tangled in your tree. I’d read this phrase somewhere and the words wove their way into my brain and lived… Continue reading Tangled, Tethered, and Tied

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May He Rest In This Piece

I’m thrilled and honored to have written the following guest post for my friend at A Holistic Journey. The prompt was to write about someone who touched your life and changed it in big or small ways. What you’ll read is 500 words about a man who touched my family’s life. What you won’t read… Continue reading May He Rest In This Piece

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Remembrance

I visited Arlington National Cemetery in the fall of 2007. The perfect rows of white headstones and somber atmosphere left an impression on my heart forever. It felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest as I read the names of strangers engraved in stone and I was overwhelmed by the thousands of courageous stories… Continue reading Remembrance

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The Road

The paragraphs below represent an excerpt from the poetry, passages and photos featured on the site of two kindred sisters. They are my partners in blogging crime, sugar and muchiness. Ever since the original post went up, I’ve felt a clawing need to share this story with you. But I resisted, remained still and let what lies below to marinate and… Continue reading The Road

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Life Verbs: a lesson in passive voice

4 a.m. In exactly 4 hours and 2 minutes, Scott (hubby, Big Daddy, BD) will know whether or not he still has a job. A job at the company he’s been loyal to for 24 years. Let’s get this straight. I am/we are not here to whine, moan or complain. No feel bad or sympathy… Continue reading Life Verbs: a lesson in passive voice

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Chop Wood, Carry Water

Winter sucks. Christmas is my favorite holiday and now it’s over. My brothers and sisters (all of whom have been filtering in and out since Thanksgiving) have gone back to their respective corners of the country leaving me with a little bit of the melancholy “missing you” syndrome.  Since I’m an introvert, time spent with the extended… Continue reading Chop Wood, Carry Water

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The “Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” and Mother Teresa

Even though I watch very little TV, I don’t judge the people who do. It’s entertaining, escapist and fun. The problem is, I can’t sit still for anything much longer than a commercial. When I’m not slaving at my day job, even a beloved football game plays second fiddle to laundry, yard work and kiddos. But today I… Continue reading The “Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” and Mother Teresa