Motherhood
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Kobe, Psalms, and Pensive
Ever have one of those weeks where by Tuesday evening, you’re ready for it to be over? Yes, that was this week. Unless you’ve been purposefully absent from all electronic news alerts, by now most know that Kobe Bryant, his daughter and several of their close friends died in a horrific helicopter crash on Sunday.…
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Happy 14th Birthday to my Son
A little repost of a birthday message from my Page to my son. One year you are changing diapers and then suddenly they are learning to shave. Time went fast, but I loved every moment. – a grateful Mom
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Perspective from Tragedy
parental perspective from recent school shooting…
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Happy Veterans Day
Thank you Veterans. To those who have served, are serving and will serve: There are still many of us out here who appreciate you! – CNS Below: my grandfather Capt. Joseph Grant Smith, and my father while in flight school (Capt. Cordell Claude Smith) circa 1966 when Capt. Smith was the CO of the USS…
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Blessed 13
Most parents will acknowledge to make it to age 13, takes work, care, and perhaps frequent Divine intervention – especially with illnesses and a few accidents. Ravi became 13 this week. Turning 10 was a seminal birthday and I wrote on this a few years ago, but little prepared me for when my son officially…
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Fergie’s new single MILF$- a compliment but not new
c@2008,2013 Hi Friends & Followers, I haven’t written in a while and certainly haven’t shared any of my past fashion endeavors for a long time. But when I read this 6:00 am about Fergie’s new single MILF$ and her ‘reworking’ of the former moniker to “Mums I’d Like…
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Crumbs & Fumes
Seven years ago I started a journal for my son. I can’t take credit for the idea as I read about legacy writing somewhere else and decided to do the same. It’s a journal ‘to him’ and ‘for him’ to open when he’s older – perhaps at 18. Some is just fun stuff and milestones.…
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Surpassed by a 10 year old
A new twist on the birthday candle wish…
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Are we Thankful for Thankfulness?
Every so often my son leaves a cute little note after he eats his served breakfast. Sometimes it’s on a Post-it note, sometimes a napkin, and a few times just a torn corner of lined paper from those spirals. Either way, I cherish and save them in scrapbook boxes or files. As I was cleaning…