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In Defense Of The Blurry Ones

At a recent holiday gathering, my eleven year old temporarily owned an array of miscellaneous items during a white elephant exchange. ¬†Before it was swiped away by a family member, she examined her spoils and found an unused disposable camera. ¬†In an effort to identify the strange item, she read the packaging and still appeared…

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Girl Rising

While my family is originally from Arkansas, we moved around quite a bit when my sister and I were young. We spent portions of our childhood in Tennessee, Pennsylvania and Washington as well as obscure places such as Paramaribo, Suriname (Dutch Guiana) and Kingston, Jamaica. Seeing what we often call “third world” or developing nations…

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Why I Decided To Tri

This post is ten miles too long. But, sometimes you blog for the rest of the world, and sometimes you blog for yourself. When I first began babbling to friends and family about doing a triathlon *mumblemumble* years ago, most of them ignored me (per usual, since I am known for having a new passion…

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Reel to Reel

I beg, and they put me off for weeks but finally acquiesce. Dad digs out the projector and the boxes of slides in one Kodak box after another. Mom has me climb the step stool to reach up into the crevasses of the highest kitchen storage cabinet to fetch the old green monster for making…

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We Only Have What We Give

I tend to rave pretty regularly here (and even more over at The Food Adventuress) as well as in person about my friend Lyndi, aka nwaFoodie. If you’re not reading her blog, you need to get over to nwaFoodie.com right away and subscribe. Over the past several years, Lyndi has become one of my closest…