Being Real

This morning, I feel like being real. I mean, I’m always REAL. But I mean, the dirty bathroom kind of real, the shut your bedroom door so no one sees the mess kind of real. Some of the real grittiness of life people don’t want to see, if we are being honest. They have their […]

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Forgotten Pieces of History

On my daughter’s Instagram, she wrote, “This world will remember us.” And I believe her. She is that kind of person. It begs to ask though, HOW do we go about remembering? Eight decades from now, when I am turning to dust, and her children are too, who is remembering? One of the greatest joys […]

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