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Several years ago, I interviewed Jeanne Marie Laskas, a columnist for The Washington Post Magazine, who wrote the weekly column Significant Others. I asked her how she came up with a column topic every week for over 14 years. She said her ideas came from thinking about what moved or touched her that week. I often ask myself the same question when trying to come up with a blog topic. What has caused an emotional reaction in me? The answer to that question came instantly this morning  -- the … [Read more...]

The Best Things in Life Aren’t Things

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Until a few weeks ago, a sign hung above our kitchen sink that said, "The best things in life aren't things." Never has that felt more true. At night, instead of sleeping lately, I worried about our cross-country move and  all our things -- what to toss, keep, or give away. It's an endless process. Just when I thought we'd tossed, packed or given away everything possible, we'd open a drawer or a closet, and find more things. Packing or saying goodbye to our things was the easy part. Saying … [Read more...]

Change

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Brace yourself for a deeply profound blog on this beautiful summer day. It's about change and taking new roads. Change is hard. Did you catch that deeply profound, entirely original statement of truth?  Here it is again in case you need a minute to process it: Change. Is. Hard. We think we want change. We want things to be better, different, more exciting, less routine. We think we are ready for a new path. Bring it on, we say, mustering all of our courage. And, then when it comes, we … [Read more...]

Does God Blink?

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I recently picked up a book called, "God Never Blinks" by Regina Brett. She said it took her 40 years to find and hold on to happiness. Before that, happiness eluded her. She said, "I always felt that at the moment I was born, God must have blinked. He missed the occasion and never knew I had arrived." I've never felt like He blinked and missed my entire existence, but at times, I confess to feeling like I'm dialing His holy number, and He's too busy to take my call. I know I'm not alone … [Read more...]

A Visit to the Beauty Shop

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When I was growing up, my mom went to the "beauty shop" every week to get her "hair done." That meant she went to Beth's, the neighborhood salon, and Beth shampooed, conditioned and towel-dried her hair. Then, she wrapped her wet hair around rollers, and sat her in a chair under a hooded hair dryer. Think Truvy in Steel Magnolias.   After sitting under the hair dryer, probably reading a romance novel, Beth styled mom's hair and sprayed enough hair spray on it to last for the next … [Read more...]