I love games. Scavenger hunts, board games, you name it ~ I'm in. Anything but Xbox. (So how'd I wind up buying many, many xbox games?) I like games because they offer a challenge, and bring out the competitor in me, as well as the kid. I...
Topics: Christmas, game

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All bundled up at 3:30 in the morning, praying for sleep, like some insomniac on his worst night, here I go. Down at the local Wal-mart, crowds are already starting to form. Yes, it's the closest thing to "war in the homeland" this nation...

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While teaching 5th grade, I ran into the saddest little girl ever . Seriously . (I taught in a high poverty, inner city public school.) With her clothes faded and worn, she was a very quiet fifth grader, never caused trouble, and I almost would forget...

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We all see those perfect Christmas trees at the mall, in catalogs, and in homes we'd take our shoes off before entering. I have always wanted that tree. The tree that's artificial but looks like it needs water? The one that starts 8 feet up and...
Topics: Christmas, decorations, holidays, Thankful

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Confession time. When my husband is gone, I do not sleep alone and I never have. Thanks to a habit that I started 8 years ago, my youngest child still finds his way to the pillow beside me every night. It's usually about 2 in the morning, when...
Topics: boys, children, home

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