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I am my father's daughter
Hubby regularly reminds me, “You are your father’s daughter!” It seems I have inherited my dad’s knack for getting injured in the most innocent of circumstances. He will stop by for a visit, and one of the kids will say something like, “Grandpa! Why is there a huge, gaping hole in your head?”
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Where's the beef?
I have never been much of a picky eater. I should probably be more selective about my choices, but I’m pretty low-brow when it comes to food. I can slum with the best of them at any ol’ greasy spoon, and be just as happy, maybe happier, as when dining at finer restaurants.
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Keeping the Internet free
Internet freedom is not something to be taken lightly, as anyone who has tried to gain access to forbidden sites in China will tell you.
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Getting a raw deal
Now that the holidays are over, all the really good bargains are starting to appear on TV, especially on the cable networks.
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Sleepless days and sleepless nights
Recently, many of my Facebook friends have become new mommies. When I read their posts, I can practically hear the exhaustion in their voices.
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Believing for a supernatural year
What kind of year are you contemplating? You may be planning on an average year, but God has lined up an extraordinary year for you. You may be planning on getting by, but God is planning on abundance. He’s planning on an overflow.
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How was your weekend?
“How was your weekend?” asked Stacie, a teller at my bank.
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Fakin’ bacon this Christmas
Unless something changes this year, Christmas morning will be a big disappointment for me again. Not one of my presents will be bacon related.
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Christmas in Connecticut
Once upon a time there was a mother of many children, but she did not live in a shoe. She lived in a comfy old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. To her, Christmas has always been the most wonderful time of year!
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A Christmas stroll down memory lane
On Sunday afternoon, I sent our son into the attic to haul down the Christmas tree.
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I am my father's daughter



