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Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

I am breaking up with my best friend. Even though we go way back, it’s time. I have been trying to break up with her for the past twenty years, but she keeps clawing her way back in. It may seem heartless to leave her behind. After all, I take her everywhere. She wraps around me like a second skin.  She won’t go without a fight. She keeps whispering in my ear. She shouts to my back. Are you sure?…

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I-Drive McDonalds

I-Drive McDonalds

Six years ago, we left our family and friends in Kentucky for a new adventure: life in Central Florida. With so many activities and places to visit in a state where tourism is king, we weren’t quite sure where to start. One of the first places we checked out was the world’s largest entertainment McDonald’s and Play Place off of International Drive in Orlando. We were sadly disappointed as the food was not that great and the restaurant was quite…

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Closed Doors

Closed Doors

“When the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window.”   Maria, in the musical, The Sound of Music, had dreamed of and planned a life in the abbey. A conniving Baroness, a rigid, sea captain, and seven, mischievous children were not in her plan. The door to her dreams had rudely banged closed. I know exactly how Maria feels. My life hasn’t been the life I pictured as a child. My idealistic pictures of my future never included…

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Happy Mother’s Day 

Happy Mother’s Day 

Sometimes I glance down at my hands and scream. What are my mom’s hands doing at the end of my arms? I hear myself reprimanding my kids and I jump back. How did my mom’s voice become mine? When I look in the mirror, I try to find a resemblance to her. After all, turning into my mom isn’t bad.  She loved playing scrabble with me and always looked forward to snow days when she could spend some extra time…

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Don’t Stare

Don’t Stare

I have been guilty. That person shouldn’t wear that. He’s too old to act that way. She shouldn’t be doing that. If I was the parent, my child wouldn’t act that way. Before I was a parent,  I was an expert on parenting. My child would never behave like that child I just saw in Wal-Mart. My child wouldn’t wear that or do that. My child would follow me and behave meekly. Then, I had kids. Nothing went the way…

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