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Shem your shame sounds like some new slang. (wait that whole thing rhymes…I’m a poet and didn’t know it).
Actually Shem and Shame have a lot to do with each other. You’ll see why in a minute. One word is Hebrew, the other English. Bet you’re excited for a Hebrew lesson today, right? Okay, hold tight this will come together quickly—I promise.
SHEM –> שֵׁם
Shem is Hebrew. In its script form, it looks like a crown. It’s pronounced Continue reading »
Sitting in a group with others, my mind is completely distracted with
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.
I don’t like dogs. Tomatoes are gross. And I refuse to have regret.
They already have their Christmas lights up. Wrong. It’s just wrong.
It’s infuriating when someone takes claim/credit for your hard work.
Right now, I’m breathing air at 7,000 feet. In Abiquiu, New Mexico.
I have to be truthful: I hate the pink ribbon.
“How many years have we been married?”
