Whack a Mole – Home Version

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One sunny summer afternoon when I was thirteen or fourteen I was hanging out in the yard in shorts and bare feet when my Dad hurried up to me with a spade in his hand. A spade. You know, one of those shovels with the short handles and flat edge,…

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McDonut and the Shotgun Wedding

When Teacher was in college he had a fraternity brother affectionately called McDonut. They were both members of Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia, the music fraternity. One afternoon, a week or so after classes started, McDonut went on a fraternity “meet and greet” mission. Armed with a list of freshmen who…

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Sebastian Have I Loved

As a child I loved cats and begged to get one, but my dad didn’t like them. His favorite phrase was “The only good cat is a dead cat.” So we had fish instead. Fish are OK, but you can’t pet them and they’re not much fun to cuddle with…

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Crushed

It happened at a basketball game my seventh grade year. I don’t know about your school, but at the K-8 school I attended, Friday night basketball games were the social event of the week. All the cool kids came and hung out at the far end of the bleachers, as…

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Breakfast at Grandma’s

One of my fondest childhood memories is breakfast with Grandma. Whether we ate in the sunny “breakfast nook” off the kitchen or on the screen porch in nice weather, Grandma always made it a special meal. Most of the time breakfast was cereal, but at Grandma’s house it was never…

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For the Rest of my Life

Since I was a little girl I’ve loved looking through my parent’s wedding album, and since their 44th wedding anniversary is this month I thought I’d share some of my favorite photos.   My mom made her own wedding dress, but my grandma picked out the crown and veil. Mom…

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Gross Story

Moms will do anything to keep their kids safe – ANYTHING! I discovered how strong this instinct is one night when three-year-old College Boy started screaming in his bath. College Boy was a wonderful little boy, smart and happy-go-lucky… I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I like the…

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The Night I Met Teacher

Teacher and I met 21 years ago today, and in honor of the occasion I thought I’d tell the story. Sit back, grab a bowl of popcorn and enjoy! It was Friday, October 24, 1986, and I was a freshman at Valparaiso University in Indiana. I was four hours away…

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