“Ugh, my hair needs cutting, and I look fat,” I spoke to the mirror while trying to make sense of the haystack of hair floating around my head. “Ah-hem.” My husband cleared his throat…
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It was a reasonable request – at least from where I stood. My desire fueled my mouth to form it. I didn’t understand the outburst. I was fairly certain there were others from Georgia…
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I’m a planner. I carefully select my events, my times, my meals, and even my accessories in effort to make my life – well, perfect. There is just one problem. Perhaps you already know…
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“Hey, how are you?” The silence shattered and heads once entranced in magazines looked up and towards the culprit. “I’m still in the doctor’s office waiting,” she explained in a loud talking-on-a-cell-phone kind of…
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“I think I’m going to fail,” my son mumbled about his upcoming standardized test at school. “You can’t fail,” I explained. “It’s just a test to let the teacher know where you stand. She needs to…