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Mr. and Mrs. Andrew and Corrie P.
July twenty-third dawned hot and sunny. Corrie had arranged for all of us ‘maids to spend the morning together at a spa. Makeup, hair, and nails were on our own dime, so each…
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THE Wedding of 2011 . . .
. . . (until November 5 . . .) (when my other sister gets married, of course!) So, I’m not going to tease you. I’ll go ahead and start this post with a…
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Careful What You Wish For . . .
The back pain has settled into a dull, constant ache. So maybe I preferred the ache-free, sucker-punch-at-any-minute stage more. I don’t know. The dull ache sucks. But it’s an ache that aches in…
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The Debt Ceiling
. . . is not going to be the topic of this blog post! Wa-hey! Did I trick you? Many of the updates in blogs, facebook, email, legal tabloids, and what-have-you are regarding…
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This Is Not A Post About A Wedding
I’m in my parents’ kitchen in Nashville, dropping crumbs of chocolate chip cookie into my baby son’s mouth and monitoring the doneness of some pasta boiling on the stove. I have begun a…