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The point is (not presents) presence
The point is not presents presence We were driving through our quaint New England town the week before Thanksgiving. “Look at that house! Mom, we need to decorate for Christmas!” My sixteen year-old daughter had been playing Christmas music since July. I had an immediate physiological response. Heartburn, I believe. “No,” I said. “It feels…
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“I Appreciate Ya”
The Power of Appreciation in Love It seemed liked no matter what we said to each other we could not connect. It was like trying to dance yet we were stepping all over each others’ toes. Or maybe more like trying to swing dance and missing the loop in the other’s arm. I felt like…
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I Have Two Followers!
Where are we going with this blog? I have two followers and they are not my Mom, nor my sisters. In fact, I’m not related to them at all. I don’t even know them. It is remarkable to me that two people are remotely interested in my work when I have not done much to…
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Soundtrack of Your Life
I am a music person. I can’t pen, strum, or hum a lick of it, (well maybe a lick), but I am utterly moved by songs, sounds, and lyrics. I often cry when I’m watching The Voice. And if the music is live, forget about it. I can barely get through a live performance of…