Category: mutual understanding
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Blankie
Many moons ago, a work colleague nicknamed me “Blankie.” As she put it, my easygoing and gentle nature with others felt like a warm, cozy blanket wrapped around those I encountered. Over the years, I’ve come to recognize that I inherited that trait from my mother. Mom’s sweet spirit immediately put everyone at ease. Strangers…
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Not an Option
A homemade ice cream shop is just a stone’s throw from our little one’s elementary school. And when he has a great week at school, we sometimes celebrate by stopping by for a yummy, sweet treat. Homemade ice cream is heavenly, with its creamy texture and bursts of flavor that melt in your mouth. And,…
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Know and Trust
Feeling hard-pressed or stressed? Same. Life has required roller blades lately. And mostly for lovely moments. Ten college applications are now submitted for our high school senior (and to clarify – 10 applications that required at least twice that number of essays). We’ve shown up for loved ones and friends when needed. We voted early…
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Love ‘Em Anyway
Do you ever have a hard time loving some folks? The other day, I had an interaction with someone who always, without fail rubs me the wrong way. Someone who smiles sweetly at me one moment, and throws digs and jabs my way the very next. The Christian in me wants to love this Negative…
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A Kind of Kindness
Writing again feels so good. I’ve been navigating a swept-away season since the birth of our LO 3 years ago. Stretch-and-grow moments have been plentiful since then. Time for capturing those moments here? Not so much. But, seasons change and mine is evolving again. So, onward we go. And, I’ll start with a lesson that…
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Back to Basics
Writer’s Note, 8.31.2017: I wrote this post a week ago, but held on sharing it. Doing so seemed insensitive in the face of tragedy and devastation due to Hurricane Harvey. But, I’m posting it now, without hesitation. Why? Because, especially in extremely difficult times as this, we really don’t have time to mistreat, dislike or…
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True Love
My hubby gets me. On Valentine’s Day, he surprised me with a funny greeting card and a heart-shaped box of miniature Kit Kats. No jewelry. No shopping spree. No flowers. And I loved him for it. Why? Because it was the icing on the cake after countless moments he’s helped my dad up and down…
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Sugar Tongue
While I’m 99.9% positive I’ll never be the earth angel my mom was, I do carry a lot of her in me. For as long as I can recall, my dad has often said, “Karin is like her mother. She can lay you out and tell you about yourself, while making you feel good in…
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Know the Script
My mom was an earth angel. Her warm spirit made others feel they were her most favorite people in the world. Everyone loved her. The only people who waffled were the women who wanted to marry my dad. Because he’s an earth angel, too.
