January 2011
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Yesterday, we celebrated my father’s fiftieth birthday. This year, I will turn twenty-five. My father was twenty-five when I was born… It is strange how as we are young and yearning to run, time seems to drag; and when we are nearing the end and slow to a crawl, time starts to sprint. I wonder…
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“How are you today?” “Can’t complain!” This glass-half-full response was far from my lips this morning from the moment I woke. Outside the sun shone cheerily through white puffy clouds, which dotted the blue skies above. Inside, it might as well have been gray and gloomy. If there was something to complain…
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I have been accused of setting women back decades with my attitude toward what a wife should be to her husband. Truth is, I like the idea of greeting my husband upon his return from work, hair done, and looking as polished as the squeaky clean home that serves as the backdrop to our so-glad-to-see-you…
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A year is a good length of time. If I were to simply count the beginning of a new one as my only blank slate, a fresh start, then I would be sorely disappointed for about 364 days. For in the course of one day, I can say the wrong things, instigate a fight, side-step…