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Stealing Nickels and Smelling Palmolive Dish Detergent
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a...
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Air Words from Little Miss ASIJ
I didn’t realize it had been so long since I’d posted anything. Almost like I disappeared off the face of the earth. But I’m still here, just going through a silent spell I guess. I was just in the...
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A Perfect Life
Recently, I became involved with yet another online time consumer. Facebook. I have found family members and its so nice to connect with them in this way. I’ve been having a blast searching and finding...
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Of Flowers and Mice…
Little Miss Mouse Today, Patti Digh, from 37 Days fame, wrote on Facebook about a dead mouse on her front walkway that needed removing. It reminded me of a true story from years ago about Little Miss...
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Heartwood
This is where me and my family spent this past weekend. This is where we slept. This was the Ladies Powder Room It was a little chilly and a little rainy and I had a blast! I had not been camping in...
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Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep…
Mr. ASIJ made me think again. I hate it (but seriously love it) when he does that. I don’t know if I’m thinking about what he wanted me to think about but this little children’s prayer keeps rolling...
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Because we spill not only milk ~~ Nancy Shaffer
Because we spill not only milk Knocking it over with an elbow When we reach to wipe a small face But also spill seed on soil we thought was fertile but isn’t, And also spill whole lives, and only...
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Wake Up Calls
They come loudly right in the middle of life…wake up calls. We all get them. Sometimes we sit up and pay attention. Sometimes we go back to doing whatever we were doing. This week I got a wake up call...
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Hold Tight
When Little Miss ASIJ was born, before we left the hospital, I remember one time when I was holding her and she wouldn’t stop crying. I was so tired, I needed to sleep and she needed to stop crying. I...
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This Blog Needs To Be ABOUT Something
And I need to do a Part Two to my It’s Time Part One. I jump around willy-nilly and write about whatever hits me when it hits me. I have no rhyme or reason. I have no glue. Or should that be clue?...
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