I am ten and it is late October in Waterloo, Iowa and it is the last Halloween that I know I can officially go out and trick or treat. I am at that age—next year I will just be too old…
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I am ten and it is late October in Waterloo, Iowa and it is the last Halloween that I know I can officially go out and trick or treat. I am at that age—next year I will just be too old… In kindergarten, I always wondered who Richard Stands was because we always gave a little shout out to him in the Pledge of Allegiance. I have a spot reserved in my heart for the small voice that speaks at the exact moment the yammering crowd silences –when the noise parts and the small voice says the thing everyone is to afraid to say—and usually the last thing I want to admit. by Jill MacGregor The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have. ~Vince Lombardi
I have found myself running into the girl I used to be lately. You may think that must mean some carefree version of myself, untethered by serious adult themes but that would not be the case. We live in a world that is all about transparencies. I have not smoked for 13 years. It took a lot of failed attempts to finally quit because I thoroughly enjoyed smoking back in the day. Ok, I loved it. THERE I SAID IT. What do you do when everything seems to be falling apart? Moving forward and through is often times your best strategy and also the only way to find what you’re looking for. |
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