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Not Such A Tough Mudder

Little girl got rather muddy playing outside. I mean, mud inside her boots as well as outside, and all over hands and face. “That’s okay,” I say to her at the back door as she’s throwing her clothes in a muddy pile for the laundry. “You’re a kid. Kids are supposed to get dirty,” surprising…

A Few of My Favourite Things: Breakfast for Dinner

Sometimes my favourite thing to do–while not the easiest thing to do–is letting go of my Superwoman complex. I can’t do it all; I can’t be all things to all people. I’m only now learning to admit and accept that. I do like to cook, but not when I have to cook. Breakfast for dinner–waffles…