Refined not defined

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by Nancy Chamberlain

I forgot how hard my kindergarten teacher was, until my mom reminded me one day. “She would yell at you everyday, give you a pokey puppy stamp while she gave everyone else a happy or well done stamp at the end of the day.”  Oh yeah. I had forgotten since she always smiled and said hi to me in the halls. I now realize she was just happy I was no longer in her class. This reminded me of my experiences with basketball. I forgot just how often I was on the bench and how I scored a point for the other team… Continue reading

The ominous note

I keep a notebook full of thoughts and writing ideas.  It helps when I need to write some posts.  I found this little note and giggled a little.  For the life of me, I can’t remember what was going on but apparently it must have been a tad overwhelming.  Continue reading

Pulling Through

A short thought on overcoming:

You find that one truth to hold onto and hold onto it tight.  Even if that truth is a mere hope in your heart.  You hold onto it and let it pull you through your mist.  When you get to the other side you can look back and say, “It is no longer a hope because I know it is truth.  It has become my truth.”