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Confessions of A Leaf Thief

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             Every year, for the past five autumns, I’ve held dearly to one of our two total family traditions. With only two traditions, thus far, to miss one would be criminal. This particular custom started shortly after my fourth daughter was born. Picture this:

 Autumn and all its colorful glory paint a radiant frame around our yard. Sometimes we feel like we live in a miniature forest since maples, pines, and oaks border three sides of our property. Which not only creates beauty, but a heck of a lot of yard work. Every year. This particular year, I rake for hours, only to be bombarded my three sets of running legs that crash into my neatly gathered mountain. 
“Leaf Pile!” squeal my girls, right before their little bodies lunged and then burrow into the fallen foliage. Repeat.  Continue reading →

The Dangers of Distraction

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Hit the writer’s ultimate jackpot today. A wall outlet. In the Lady’s Room! Just when my laptop died. 

I had to wait for Beara to take care of business so I decide to rest my tush, cuz us writers don’t sit on it nearly enough, on a couch in the lounge area around the corner from the stalls. And the treasure of all treasure’s is waiting for me. A power source. My laptop exhaled its last breath as I was formulating my top ten list of ways you know you’re a distracted person. 

Not to be confused with the top ten ways you know you’re a distraction. Surely a Bloggity Blog for another day.

Here you have it…my own personal FIRST EVER Top Ten List: 
You know you’re distracted…  Continue reading →

Operation Y.T.

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Driving home late last night, my husband says, “Operation Y.T. is a go. We need to make our move. Now.”

The rain pounds the windshield and the tires are kicking up a wake on both sides. I can’t see a thing. Good thing he’s the one driving.

“Now?” I ask. “It’s almost midnight.”

“The troops have spoken. There’s no turning back.”

Sigh. Hate when they vote without me.

So we pull into Wendy’s.

Operation Y.T. coined its name… Continue reading →