Tag Archives: Feelings

The task

It was supposed to be easy.  All Stan had to do was clean out the loft in the barn.  As a young teen, he frequently got assigned the “dirty” work.  Most of the time he didn’t mind, even when it … Continue reading

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Commitment

the story of a marriage is one of trials and tribulations forgiveness and letting go of errors made love and anger compromise and patience walking together through life sharing times good and bad most of all reveling in each other’s … Continue reading

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Being Me

For the longest time, I really didn’t like myself. I knew, intrinsically, that somehow I was not the child that my parents wanted. That’s a hard cross to bear. I was not pretty. I was not talented in any way. … Continue reading

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Conquering Loneliness

When I was a little kid I didn’t feel loved at all. I was a shy, miserable child. A loner who yearned to be held, caressed, even though I didn’t yet know the meaning of the term.  I wanted to … Continue reading

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Reliability

Am I reliable? I certainly hope so. If I say I’m going to do something, I do it unless something prevents me. I value reliability in others. People who blow with the wind Annoy me. When they invite me to … Continue reading

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Me Time

Even when I was a little kid I understood the value of time spent alone. Family life, for me, seemed confusing and chaotic. I struggled with my place in the dynamics of everyday life. I knew that I was less-than … Continue reading

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Gift Giving

From the time I was a little girl I loved giving gifts much more than getting them. This applies to all occasions, not just Christmas. Why? I love watching the expressions on faces as they open each item. It thrills … Continue reading

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