Many years ago I found a white 12-quart soup pot, complete with lid and label, on my attic.. In spite of the label, my mom informed me that it was NOT a soup pot. Any old-timers out there who know what it really was? Yep, it was a chamber pot. For the non-old-timers, a chamber […]
The last few weeks have been crazy. My book has just launched. I’m fixing glitches on my website. Getting all my ducks in a row for a book signing. And continuing to work and get started on a new book. Crazy.
Over and over I’ve thought and even said out loud, “I need a vacation.” I just want to stay at home and put puzzles together and do counted cross stitch and not have to push myself to do anything. I was exhausted. I haven’t felt well in quite a while. I just wanted to rest!
In my blog “Memories” I recalled an incident from my childhood that I had believed my whole life, only to find out it never happened. This made me think about the Mandela Effect. The Mandela Effect is a phenomenon in which large groups of people remember something specific about a fact of history, a person, the way something was spelled or a detail about a TV show or movie. Others remember it in a different way, and often the documented facts prove one or the other to be wrong.
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Memory is a funny thing. Think about your family sitting around the table at Thanksgiving, laughing and talking. An uncle tells a funny story. Your Mom interrupts: “That’s not how it happened.” She follows her declaration up with a retelling of the story the “right” way. Your uncle insists his version was correct. Another uncle
In last week’s blog I encouraged you to step out of your Comfort Zone. I mentioned how I would step out to teach or speak to people. I call it my “social butterfly” mode. But that almost sounds like a Sunday Morning Christian. Non-Christians refer to it as being a hypocrite. Not good. I want
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I spent 12 years of elementary school and high school as the shy kid. I was socially awkward and definitely not one of the “cool kids.” That was followed by two and a half years in college being socially awkward and shy. The pattern continued throughout my twenties and into my thirties.
I can still hear Mrs. Burley’s voice as she read this opening line of chapter three to my third grade class. Something clicked in my head that day. There was magic in hearing the words read out loud. There was something about the way she said manure – “man-u-or” – that stuck in my memory all these years later.
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When you grow up on a farm you face a lot of repetitive chores. The cows have to be milked every morning and evening. The animals need to be fed and fresh water provided. The stalls need to be mucked out. Depending on the time of year, crops must be either sown or harvested. Bale the hay. Mow the lawn. Plow the garden. Plant the seeds. Pull the weeds. It’s a never-ending list.
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“I’ll just die if I don’t go to that party!”
I suspect many of you who are reading these words are having flashbacks of the time you said this to your parents. Or perhaps you recall the time you heard that argument from your teen.
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There was a big, white dog that lived in my Mom’s bedroom for several months. I never had to feed it, never had to walk it, never heard it bark. In fact, I couldn’t even see the dog. But Mom could.
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