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Who knew boots could be so emotional?

In my previous post, when I said Len and I were going to Baton Rouge to cheer the Tigers on to victory, I might have inadvertently led you to believe I am a sports fan. What I meant to say was I had recently gone shopping in Dallas and found some amazing Steve Madden boots, 75% off! They have a zipper up the back…

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Wanderlust

“Hi, my name is Cindi, and I am a Travelholic.” It’s true. Here at the Woods house, we are obsessed with the thought of jumping in the car and heading somewhere…ideally West…but really, anywhere. Because reality rarely aligns with our wishes, we spend less time actually traveling, and more time merely pretending we are on a trip (or have a trip on the…

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How are you (really) doing?

John Wesley (pictured at right–tell the truth, aren’t you at least a LITTLE jealous of his sweet hair?) was the founder of the Methodist Church and a very vocal proponent of self–evaluation. So much so, he came up with a list of probing questions he asked himself (and others) on a regular basis. It’s worth noting that not all Rev. Wesley’s queries are overtly “religious” in…

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Be present

A guest post by Cindi Woods I’ve been comparing notes with my best friend from elementary school. Her mom has Alzheimer’s, and my mother-in-law is battling that famous disease’s lesser-known, evil sibling, something called frontotemporal dementia. I almost sent Dayna a picture of what I found this morning: four green, used toothpicks–evenly spaced on a carefully folded Kleenex. My mother-in-law places them that way because she…

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