I should be sleeping right now.  But I’m typing. Because, here’s the thing:  I love to write.  I always have.  It’s been my dream from childhood.  Real life dreams can rob us of our sleep at times.  But they feel worth it, don’t they? Along with writing, I had other dreams.  To my great luck, …

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You want to know what I had? I had this great idea for a post.  I was sure it would be a hit.  Then, I bounced this idea off my husband, and he smiled and said, “Huh.  Well, that’s just normal to me.  That’s how I grew up.” *crickets crickets* Well it’s not how I …

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When I was young, and I feel sure many of you can relate to this, time stretched before me in long lazy swathes. Sure, I had chores and homework, but for the most part, my time was mine. I sat, I dreamed. Most of all, I wrote. Everyone has their thing. Writing has always been …

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  There is another one. I just opened the front door and stepped into my living room.  My eyes scanned the edges and corners of the floor. There is another, along the hall.  And there, under the chair are two more.  Rumpled and dirty and inside out.  The small white bits of cloth blown and …

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