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My Daddy’s Closet
It feels like just yesterday, when our daughters, aged 7 and 5, were dressed in mommy and daddy’s clothes. The oldest in daddy’s suit, tie and hat with a painted mustache and beard. The youngest in one of my dresses, long beads, high heels and lipstick. They were...
“Daddy, Over Here!”
The colorful lights of the amusement park are glowing and the festive music is playing. A toddler is excitedly tugging on daddy’s hand, “Hurry Daddy, we have to get in line! We don’t want to miss the ride! Come on, Daddy! Hurry up! This way!” The toddler pulls extra...
Stirred Up
“Lynn, when you get mad your eyes get big and you spit.” said my spiritual father when I was in my 20’s. True story! I was born and bred in a family of 9 where the loudest one with the most drama won. And I like to win. Just for the record, I don’t intentionally...
Can You See His Eyes?
Pssst……. I don’t remember how, but I have a hunch chocolate chips were involved. Our children were trained by the age of 3; when they heard my “Pssst…”, to look up into the eyes of momma. Once our eyes met, it only took a movement of my head, facial expression or a...
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