Photo courtesy of "I <3 to Run"

Yes, I know. I’ve been missing in action.

 

This in spite of the fact that experts say I must blog at least once a week to engage readers. (Thank ...

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While there is much that is wrong with the world, there is so much more that is right. In all our daily grumblings, it’s easy to forget that. << MORE >>

I consider myself a brave sort of soul, but as I've considered the secrets of life while I slog through the miles, I've come to a surprising conclusion. I am afraid of many things. << MORE >>

Not my town, but it sure looks like it.

If you visit me (and Lord knows I wish SOMEONE would), you’ll take the Davison/Clarkston exit off Route 69 and drive one half mile down M-15 before turning left into my subdivision.

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Davison Girls' Track Team: Big Nine Champs. My daughter, Kristina Button, stands in the upper left corner. Jumping coach and truth-teller, Jack Kelts, is in front.


I stood near the high jump mat with Jack Kelts, who is my daughter’s jumping coach, along with a lovely runner who was waiting for her next race.

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“So, Kay-Kay, are you still thinking of becoming a teacher?” I casually asked as I set the dining room table for dinner. She shrugged, her resignation apparent on her face. “No one recommends it, Mom,” she said. “No one.” << MORE >>

The weird thing about having three-and-a-half minutes of fame is that it’s all over so quickly. Also, it doesn’t feel much different than my normal life.<< MORE >>

I’ve been thinking about putting things away on a deeper level, especially since I have a tendency to keep things out in my psyche that create nothing but an unholy mess in my professional life.<< MORE >>

The Key by Jackson Pollock, The Art Institute of Chicago

“I dropped AP Chemistry,” my son, Stephen, said about his senior high school schedule. “And I’m going to take a half year of intro to art and a half year of painting instead!”

Stephen said this with light in his eyes, and I tried, best as ...

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“Goodbye! Goodbye world! Goodbye Grover’s Corners … Mama and Papa. Goodbye to clocks ticking—and my butternut tree! … and Mama’s sunflowers … and food and coffee … and new ironed dresses and hot baths … and sleeping and waking up! Oh earth, you’re too wonderful for anyone to realize you!
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