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Wild curls from mid-summer humidity. Dirt on my feet from the playground and a cherry Kool-Aid stain on my dress. I was in my element in preschool class at church.
Mrs. Weaver, her straight hair pulled neatly into a bun, gathered us around her. “Okay, children. Let’s sing that new song we learned last week. Remember?"
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“Mommy, guess what page I’m on?” asked a little voice from the back seat one morning. “I’m on page 50!” I smiled in the rear view mirror at the freckled face with blue eyes and dimples...
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Amicalola Falls
“Do you have anything for wrinkles?” the older woman asked me, leaning over the cosmetics counter and looking at bottles filled with lotions and potions.
“Our skincare program is the best place to start," I said...
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“Want to stop in?” my husband asked, looking at the restaurant/bar on the corner near the townhouse we were renting for the week. The Take-Away window was hopping with busy young professionals busily taking away espressos...
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“Mommy, let’s color,” she would say and go get her plastic pencil box filled with crayons. I’d pull out construction paper or printer paper and other supplies and sit down at the table with her. She would stand or sit on her knees in the chair, lean on the table, and hold a worn-down crayon between chubby toddler fingers...
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We walked through the small village in a pack--ten friendly, curious Americans on the loose. We'd given our guides the night off and fully embraced the tourist label as we...
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Thank you to everyone who filled out the survey about Glimsen. One of my favorite comments to the question "How do you think I can improve Glimsen?" was this one...
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As you may know, I’m celebrating the one-year anniversary of Glimsen this week. And if you’ve been around for a while, you probably aren’t surprised to see that chocolate was involved.
Our family’s schedule this summer has been unusually crazy, and...
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