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Change Happens
Sometimes I drive my husband crazy. I’m a planner. I’m not the type of planner that schedules every minute of every day or travels with a daily itinerary. That type of planning stresses me. I’m a life planner. I want to know where we’ll be in ten years. I’ll say things to him like, “I think we should look for land in North Carolina because I love the mountains. I want to have several horses, and Miami may be under water one day.” He replies, “Okay,” because he’s lived with me long enough to know logic like, we know one person in North Carolina, have no idea how to care…
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Change
Today I learned that dress down day in middle school should really be called teacher beware day. Wow! The energy in every class was difficult to keep balanced. Amazing how the slightest change in a routine (uniforms) can make students react uniquely to their eniviroment. But isn’t that necessary in every aspect of life? Changes in a routine adds color and newness to what can become a mundane exhistance. With change comes creativity. And oh, were those middle school students creative today! With change comes reflection and learning. This evening we said good-bye to two of our foster kittens. Even though my goal has been to find them loving homes,…
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Fantasizing is Not Cheating
I’m talking donuts here. Big round chocolate covered donuts. I’ve been dreaming about them for days. It all started back in August when Elle and I went to Illinois to the National Junior Disability Championship. We were lectured on the eating habits of athletes. Elle was told that if she wanted to be faster she was going to have to drop the pounds. At that point, I was going to the gym several times a week and Elle was racing many miles a day. We both were in good shape. Rarely did we drink soda, we never ate fast food, meat was not in our vocabulary and I thought we…
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Change
When I close my eyes, I see a giant snowball rolling down a white mountain. I am balancing on top, smiling, running as fast as I can, directing the snowball around trees and boulders, feeling the cool wind sting my cheeks. My heart races, the snowball grows, I am in control. Suddenly, I slip, the snowball consumes me and I am rolling down the mountain gasping for air, frozen with fear, my head spinning, my view of the beautiful mountain gone. I wonder where I will end up. I wonder if I will ever see the beautiful mountain again. It is in the times of fear and unrest, when I…
