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Sitting in a group with others, my mind is completely distracted with
“Eleven. Do it.”
Ugh, the voices are back. Now is NOT the time.
Actually, it’s not a voice but a thought out of nowhere. Completely left field. Like a spark of light. Like seeing a mouse run by, when there should be no mice. It causes a double-triple take as you think, ”what the?…is that what I thought it was?” And you know you will not see the mouse again… at least not during this moment. Continue reading »
My friend owned a day-spa. Seriously, this is a great friend to have. I was her guinea-pig when it came to new techniques and treatments (for free no less).
The sound of an out-of-tune guitar strummed by an obnoxious four-year old jolts me.
“The man who threw the rock was ‘remorseful’ and fully cooperative,” said a 
My husband says, “Weeds again?” as I toss a baby lettuce and field-greens salad.
Grandma stared off in the distance— maybe a sea and lifetime away—as the voices of a dozen Mennonite children angelically sang, “…stille nacht, heilige nacht…” an old German song.
The icebreaker topic “what are your traditions/what are you doing for Christmas Eve and Day?” felt like ice in my veins. I told myself to buck-up and get my happy face on so I’d be ready to breeze through my turn.
