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Life is Happening Everywhere

Remember how I was talking a little while ago about kindness, and how it’s sort of always the answer? I remember that, too. I want you to see this video, but remember me and linkablities? I have issues. Anyhow, here is the YouTube address for the loveliest message. It’s by the Cleveland Clinic, and technically
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Do you ever think?

I know you do. I meant, do you ever think you could do something amazing? Like… do you ever think you could, with your very own small life, write a memoir that someone would READ? Do you ever think that — years from now, when you’re gone — someone will think of you? Do you
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Wow. November. How? Whatever.

Guys, I didn’t actually fall over the edge of the world. Only because there’s no known edge. Were there an edge, I might have fallen. (I’ve decided not to commit to a daily list of grateful thingies this year, because I can’t be bothered to commit to anything non-requisite. You get me?) Instead I’ve fallen
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TOP TEN THINGS I Learned at Girls’ Camp

10. Leftovers = happiness. 9. The right mattress-pad camping thingie makes all the difference. 8. “Lights Out” is hilarious. Completely. 7. Two words: Banana Creamies. 6. Give them an inch and they’ll take a mile. But give them a responsibility and they’ll amaze you to the end of the project. 5. Showers. We like them.
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Benefactors

People are kind. I know that’s not always the case. I know. I think of myself as kind, but I am certainly not always that way. I snark. I pick. I mock. I do, I know. But usually, I try. I try to be kind. And I think most other people do, too. And I
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Enough

Things and moments can stick out, shard-like from life’s fabric, snagging and cutting and causing damage. I’m not saying this is happening right now, to me, but it’s happening right now somewhere, and I can see it. Accidents tear up communities. Unkind words gash at families. Bitter hurts fester, judgments cause rifts, thoughtlessness scabs over
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My Grandmother, the Author

Today I’d like to introduce you to my Grandma, Leola Seely Anderson. She died years before I was born, but there are moments that I feel like I know her. One of those moments was when I went to Virginia to help my parents pack for a move. We found a metal filing box, kind
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Happy things

Happy things happen, Grateful-making things. Sweetness happens and kindness happens And fulfilment happens. And then I say Thank You  — But sometimes only inside my head, And I wish I were better about saying It aloud, about writing it down, About Sharing the Thank You. So, I’ll share it today. Thank you to those who
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