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Moment of Truth Monday

I have a hard time throwing things away. I don’t think I’m hoarder status, but I can certainly justify keeping all manner of strange things. I was feeling particularly conflicted last week about the beautiful pumpkins occupying space on my porch steps and dining table. The season had passed, but goodness I didn’t feel good…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

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Moment of Truth Monday

I am a survivor of 1980’s train-wreck trends. Some of those include but are not limited to: parachute pants {mine were gray}, a single white glove {thank you, Michael Jackson}, feathered hair, mullets, multiple ear piercings, large Esprit book bags, moon boots, and tight-rolled jeans. Pictures from this decade cause me to cringe and turn…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

Encouragement · moment of truth monday

Moment of Truth Monday

Whales intrigue me. Just ask my family, my favorite pastime is whale watching. Their behaviors and instincts fascinate me because they create amazing backdrops for life lessons. Whales follow a specific pattern {a rhythm, if you will} that I would like to emulate. Whales feed in the cold waters of Alaska before making a six-week…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

Encouragement · moment of truth monday

Moment of Truth Monday

Traditions are nice. I appreciate how they offer a baseline for routine, because I love a good plan. Hearing stories of what others do “every year” for holidays is a great instructor for those of us that can’t do the same thing year after year. For some, it’s a matter of distance and finance. For…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

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Moment of Truth Monday

Wearing a disguise, pretending to be someone/something else, and escaping the ordinary daily routine was my favorite part of Halloween as a child. The distinct scent of plastic costumes was second only to the smell of a new iron-on t-shirt from Peggy’s Top Shop. Along with my sisters, we collected candy in pillowcases, stayed out…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

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Moment of Truth Monday

I stink at math. I google math answers for my 11-year-old son, y’all. I may have taken pre-Algebra a couple or so times before I scored high enough to pass the class. Math makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for days. This is NOT an exaggeration, just ask my oldest…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

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Moment of Truth Monday

I seriously enjoy flowers. I love the aroma they give, aesthetic beauty they offer, and the way they can change the mood of a room. I appreciate the end product of the tenacity and efficiency of gardeners. I do NOT have a green thumb, nor do I full understand what that requires. Though, I have single-handedly…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

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Moment of Truth Monday

I used to dream of being a singer. It started in the early days of my dad’s song leading at church. He would go practice and my sisters and I would assume the stage with our microphone stands. We were good {at least we thought we were good} without microphones or an audience. I’m not…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

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Moment of Truth Monday

I love denim. If one pair of jeans is good, then 10 pairs is obviously better. I might own denim shirts in a variety of colors. If a girl could marry denim, this one already did. Tracking with me? I used to think this obsession {let’s just call it what it is, friends} was contained…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

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Crossing My Fingers Taught Me This

As the clicking drew closer, anticipation birthed equal parts excitement and anxiety in me. This was the day the principal would announce the Student of the Month. My six-year-old self launched into earnest prayer because there was nothing I wanted more than that award. With fingers crossed, eyes closed, and an inaudible plea {please let it be me, God},…… Continue reading Crossing My Fingers Taught Me This