April 2016
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I saw a post on Facebook the other day. It was one of those inane tests we take to gain insight in our lives. As if by pushing the ‘start’ button, we are going to find out a hidden secret that will change our lives. This particular test was about our age. Specifically, how old…
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A best friend is so many things. She is there in the hard and in the good. She keeps you grounded and encourages you to jump. A best friend is so important. You have to have somebody to keep all of your secrets. You need someone to jerk you back to reality when you’ve left…
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I see a lot of posts on Facebook about anxiety. I suffer from anxiety. Whether it is from years of living a very stressful life or because of my heath, I don’t know. No one seems to be able to figure that out. So, it’s kind of irrelevant. I am on medication. Actually, a few…
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It’s my Kadey’s birthday today. It’s hard to believe that he is 24 years old. There were times when he was growing up that I wasn’t sure if he would make it. Or I would make it. Or both…. Kade was always an ornery child. He started really young. He was always into everything. He…
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My Grandma Ebbert was my Mother’s mom. She was a little woman. When I was young, she was maybe 5’2, she seemed to shrink a bit each year. When she died she was nowhere near 5 feet tall. Her size didn’t matter, though, she was fierce. There were three girls and one boy in their…
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I was a rotten kid. I was mean. I was a bully. I lied and manipulated and snuck and did things that I shouldn’t have done. I didn’t care about the consequences and I didn’t care who I ran rough shod over. I used people and I made excuses about my behavior so that I…
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