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Bravery or Stupidity Facing Unpleasant Consequences?

This week we are suppose to talk about a time when we acted bravely, but were really scared inside.  (Unless I looked at the wrong week, and then…oh well.)  I am completely, and totally drawing a blank on this one. … Continue reading

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Living in America

There’s nothing like the summer olympics hot on the heels of the Fourth of July to capitalize on American patriotism.  Olympic summers bring back memories of when I taught at baton camp.  (Actually it was a camp for danceline, colorguard … Continue reading

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Thanks, Mom!

Next Sunday is Mother’s Day.  That day which we thank our moms with some flowers, maybe a nice brunch out, and some token of love.  I’m a mom and my family (husband) honors me by having me take him to … Continue reading

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What A Feeling

As I’ve mentioned before, I was a baton twirler back in the day and on occasion, I still get asked to teach a camp or a private lesson or two.  It’s funny because I get a little nervous, worried that … Continue reading

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Miss Congeniality

For the record, I have never won Miss Congeniality.  I never won any pageants.  Not Miss Majorette of Florida.  Not Jacksonville’s Junior Miss.  Not even homecoming queen, prom queen or Miss Forrest (my high school’s pageant).  Unless you count Miss … Continue reading

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Teaching Me a Thing Or Two

Last week my kiddos started school.  Naturally they’ve already formed an opinion about some of their teachers.  Generally speaking, I liked all of my teachers.  Sure there was probably a class or two I could have lived without, but I … Continue reading

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Daddy’s Little Girl

With Father’s Day being next Sunday, I started thinking about dads in young adult fiction.  Unless he’s a total jerk, abusive, or otherwise larger than life and causing conflict for the teen protagonist, most dads present tend to lurk in … Continue reading

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