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wheels
I’ve been a mom for sixteen years, but that doesn’t make me old.
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yoga
At least for an hour a week, there is peace.
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where are you going
Time is passing slowly, but gaining momentum. Shall we attempt to stay present?
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will you remember me
Can we control how we will be remembered?
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crazy class
Will we allow for the crazy class to take over and dominate?
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gray shaming
What’s the big deal? It’s just gray hair. Why can’t we all just agree that it’s really okay?
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back to life
Moving kicked my butt. I’m finally starting to come back into the world.
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on being social
Without social media I wouldn’t know where/how many people live. I wouldn’t envy their picture perfect vacations and creative home spaces. I wouldn’t be the wiser. Without social media I wouldn’t realize that others share my same passions, quirks and hobbies. I wouldn’t be able to make connections and break down walls. I would feel…
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love to hate you
When we first brought home our kitten, Morpheus, I remember telling my mom that it was so strange to have another living being in our space. He was a teeny tiny little black fur ball. We soon learned that he did not have the typical grace of a cat. He was quite clumsy and broke…
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good enough
I would call it a whim. My husband sent me a link to a house he thought I would like. He suggested we move, just for fun. To mix things up. We have lived in our current home since 2003. There’s nothing wrong with it at all. This is the only home our sons remember.…
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