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{pieces}
{all skate}

And there was ALL SKATE.  Love.me.some.all.skate.  I was never huge on sucking face or even holding hands with boys until well into my upper middle school years.  Nope.I frequented Starlite for joy.  For the stale, humid, trapped-inside cocktail of oxygen & carbon dioxide whipping through my side ponytail.  For the slippery tiled UNEVEN bathroom floors with NO DOORS on the stalls.  For the limbo competition.  And, of course, for ALL SKATE. Couples skate was B-O-R-I-N-G.

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{september sizzle}
{bandit life}
{twenty years ago}
{neutral ground}
{boys & best}
{the story of home}

Telling your story of home. Finding pieces that tell you life best.  

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{best over busy}
{space}
{keeping space}
Battling Perfectionism in Your Child
{sans}

  And the outfit you see here is what I yanked together in the 10 minutes that I had to brush my teeth, shave my legs, wash my face, deodorize my underarms & slap some lipstick on.  Am I proud of it?  Well, kinda.  Let's forget the fact that my hair was like four days past the day that it shoulda been washed.  And let's look over the fact that my leg hairs coulda been french braided. 

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{how & why of homeschool}
{play in the lake}

I am thankful for the energy out.  For the joy in.  Still. For the sand and the sweat.  The heat. The laughter.  The water.  The reminder that going back is good.  That staying connected is even better.  That bittersweet is real and that 4 walls are just wooded beams, electrical wire and plaster. That memories are the colors we live and the pictures we hang. 

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{staples & pops}
{beautiful begins inside}
{evidence of life}
{the middle}

There's a binding in the middle. You feel it.  You see the elderly with softer eyes. The younger ones, too.  You know the mistakes that they'll make; you have earned those scars. Things like touch and smell and stillness have a way of revival in your veins.  Beautiful lives in those moments.  Laughter feels deeper and rest comes just a bit easier.  Lessons fall into your lap over & over again. Ones learned and ones still hard to swallow. 

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{create for joy}