tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13177675629175409192011-11-27T00:27:56.103-08:00A blog about finding God in my life, my life in God, and all that fits in between.Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-3139649981540434462011-04-12T20:52:00.000-07:002011-09-29T19:48:54.197-07:00

I HAVE MOVED!   Please come visit my new blog, Allegorically Speaking.   The writing is the same, just a new name!   I will keep this blog up for those that want to revisit old posts.  Please come see my new blog it's just a click away!  Follow it and share it! Thank you!!

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-2951776988910711482011-04-10T23:29:00.000-07:002011-04-10T23:29:45.808-07:00

It was the third night my husband was out of town. I just finished watching a waste-of-time chick-flick (didn't even cry) and crawled into bed.  I looked at the clock.  It was 3AM and I still wasn't tired.  I decided to write in my journal. As I wrote about my day, I thought I saw something in the hallway, just outside my door.  I put my journal down and squinted at the darkened doorway, unable

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-53952424697433405952011-04-02T15:09:00.000-07:002011-04-02T15:10:26.129-07:00

My husband is out of town for a few days.  I can always count on a handful of things to happen when he leaves without fail. 1. I will clean out at least one closet. 2. I will eat ice cream in the morning (afternoon, or night.  Ice cream makes everything better!) 3. I will stay up until 3am watching mindless TV or chick-flicks. 4. I will rearrange at least one room in the house. This time

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-11481739170003482672011-03-22T09:34:00.000-07:002011-03-22T09:34:35.560-07:00

Here is an inspiring message from one of my church's leaders.  Please watch it and share it with someone you love.

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-85912984184217287892011-03-16T20:16:00.000-07:002011-03-16T20:16:18.382-07:00

I know it's important to be grateful for everything we have, so I try to do just that. But, there are a few things that I struggle with at times.  Like my mini-van.  Yes, I drive a mini-van.  I buckled back in 2003, bought a red van, and have never looked back.    I loved my red van.  Then I was rear-ended and had to get a another one soon after. It's the van I still drive. I love the inside.  

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-72590094565313930482011-03-14T15:09:00.000-07:002011-03-14T19:34:08.982-07:00

I woke up early this morning, my head swimming with all the things I needed to do today: Get kids ready for school, run errands, clean the house, make phone calls, do laundry, study scriptures and exercise. I must have known that it wasn't going to go the way I had planned, because I promptly turned over and went back to sleep.  Mistake #1. I stayed in bed too long, and had to rush my middle

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-92206850018000034882011-03-13T20:18:00.000-07:002011-03-14T19:34:20.947-07:00

Have you ever seen how fabric is woven together?  Lines of yarn or thread are interwoven with additional yarn or thread to create a solid piece of material of beautiful design.  It is a fascinating process where pieces of something are intertwined,  weaved together, to make something whole. Once in a while I hear someone say something that resonates deep within me.  It happened for me today at

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-53493171806693747722011-03-11T14:18:00.000-08:002011-03-11T14:18:24.636-08:00

During this time of tremendous fear, pain and loss, let us fast and pray for those in Japan and others who have been affected by the tsunami and earthquake. 

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-7919597067714799942011-03-11T12:30:00.000-08:002011-03-11T16:17:36.172-08:00

As a female I have an inherent right to be indecisive.  Unfortunately, in this case it is my blog and readers that must pay the price.  I have, once again, changed the look of my blog.  I have had many looks from fancy to simple. I am well-known for constantly rearranging my house.  The rebellion has subsided over the years, except when I rearrange the kitchen cupboards and drawers.  When I do

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-53215323966027515532011-03-05T09:23:00.000-08:002011-03-05T10:44:46.989-08:00

I have a chocolate lab named Tess.  We love her and she is madly devoted to us. She is a sweet dog that has moments of brilliance, but for the most part is not that bright.  For example, often times when open the back door to let her outside, she will walk onto the patio, then turn around and come right back into the house - even when I know she needs to "go potty" (yes, we talk to our dog like

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-4001794582159599332011-02-28T11:35:00.000-08:002011-02-28T16:36:19.925-08:00

I have just spent close to an hour writing a post called Follow the Traffic- only to have accidentally deleted it. At first I was mad.  I put a lot of thought and effort into it.  It was a good one, too! But  I guess I just wasn't supposed to write about that today. Perhaps I should write about how, sometimes, life just doesn't go the way we plan- and that's OK.  There is a higher power, a

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-62272046405374901652011-02-26T16:18:00.000-08:002011-02-26T16:18:24.616-08:00

I like a great bargain as much as the next girl, but I am not a fan of shopping in general. There are too many choices - and I always seem get the dressing room furnished with the circus mirror. This Christmas I won a gift card to a fancy department store at my husband's work party.  I had been inside this store three in my life - never once buying anything. This particular store had an outlet

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-46814984288842612852011-02-24T18:48:00.000-08:002011-02-24T18:48:34.980-08:00

Yesterday was a wonderful day.  We finalized the adoption of our youngest daughter, Grace.  It was a full day of the adoption hearing, going out to lunch, and having a family party at home last night.  I have tried to explain to her what being adopted means.  I wondered what she understood about it, being a 7 year old who has never really known consistent long-term relationships, let alone

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-44474003810226858492011-02-21T16:14:00.000-08:002011-02-25T21:07:03.738-08:00

"Does This Dress Make Me Look Fat?" The question dreaded by men (and best friends) the world over.  Especially if asked by a woman with extra layers such as I.  We women ask that question with no real interest in the truth - we know we do look fat.  We just want to make sure that the people we surround ourselves with are in an equal state of denial as we are.  We want to make sure they have our

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-86547847597756418572010-11-22T21:31:00.000-08:002010-11-22T21:31:08.026-08:00

It's three days before Thanksgiving and it's all I can do to keep myself from putting up my Christmas decorations.  In some circles it is social suicide to do so before Turkey day. Maybe it's the snow, but I feel the Christmas spirit comin' on strong! I love the season, the anticipation, the thoughts towards others, and the general mood that seems to flow through the air.  I especially love the

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-49852040240980493762010-11-16T20:20:00.000-08:002010-11-16T20:20:21.532-08:00

A few years ago I was invited to play on our church basketball team. My immediate response was a resounding, “No thank you.”  I have never considered myself an athlete.  To be brutally honest, I have the coordination and agility of a large drunken man. This is not a complex, it is truth.  I earned an ‘A’ in high school dance class; not because I was graceful and skilled, but because of the level

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-34699690743666158412010-07-04T14:07:00.000-07:002011-02-22T16:50:02.419-08:00

I came across this picture today of a sunrise between a layer of clouds.   I was filled with gratitude for my Father in Heaven, His magnificence and that of His creations, and knowing that I am a part of His great design. I thought of Him and my connection with Him, and my mind wandered back to this post I wrote a while back.   It is very dear to me, and I felt compelled to share it again.

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-59424672733199735282010-06-24T14:28:00.000-07:002010-06-24T14:28:44.470-07:00

I stood in the check out line at the grocery store this morning feeling kind of grungy. I hadn't a stitch of make up on, was wearing sweats, and had my hair in a bun. Not the most fashionable look. As I waited to pay for my fruit and chocolate donuts (my favorite)  I perused the various magazines that adorned the check-out aisle. One headline caught my eye. It said something to the effect of "

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-85151560183425205472010-06-03T17:38:00.000-07:002010-06-03T19:53:29.537-07:00

I think God is invested and involved in any worthy and righteous endeavor we partake in. I also believe that He has a great sense of humor. I was up a good portion of the night coughing. My son so graciously shared his cold with me. I usually go to the gym after I drop the kids off at school, but this morning I debated going home and climbing back into bed. "No," I thought, "I made a

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-4860068488300957482010-06-02T13:44:00.000-07:002010-06-02T13:44:45.646-07:00

Below are the first few posts I wrote a few years ago. I read back and see that I have changed as a writer and as a person, but one thing remains: my love for God, who is my Father in Heaven. Sometimes we get lost in the journey, and we need to go back to the beginning to refocus and reconnect. This is my beginning. On a Diet Again If yo-yos could communicate and have relationships, I would

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-60510284160890969332010-06-02T11:18:00.000-07:002010-06-02T12:00:59.191-07:00

I tend to complicate things. I don't know if it's a female thing, or a Michelle thing. I like to make things bigger and better. I am continually rearranging or redoing things in my house. The quest for improvement doesn't sound like a bad thing, but when your family pleads with you to stop rearranging and "improving" the kitchen, you know it isn't for the better.I do that with my life, too.

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-4496993335768224502010-06-01T10:30:00.000-07:002010-06-01T11:53:35.327-07:00

I rejoined my gym again last week. That makes it three times in the past five years that I have joined, quit and joined again. I have come to a quite acceptance that to be the person I want to be takes more than eating ice cream and watching Survivor. So, with a friend in tow, I walked through the gym doors started new- again.On my third day at the gym, I plugged my headphones in and began my

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-50059318599036859322010-05-20T08:54:00.000-07:002010-05-20T09:42:45.872-07:00

I know it's been a while since I have written here. I've been working on some other projects and things, but I have missed it. I had a moment of clarity this morning, just a quick moment of understanding, even enlightenment, if you will. It was a notion, and message so clear and strong that I cannot help but write it down. Yesterday I got a text from my daughter. She had come home from middle

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-56108718693287229982010-03-21T20:15:00.000-07:002010-03-21T20:56:02.726-07:00

I have never taken such a long break from writing on my blog. I have missed it. I've been working on revising and polishing past entries in book format. That and life in general has kept me busy, but I have missed being here.During the summers of my youth we would visit my Grandparents in Southern California. They have both since past, but I have many fun and tender memories of their home. We

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-51496031793878007872010-01-05T20:28:00.000-08:002010-01-05T23:28:30.111-08:00

About ten years ago, my sister-in-law gave me a beautiful candleholder. It had an antiqued iron base that held a glass bowl. It fast became a favorite decoration of mine, displayed in the most prominent places of my home. One day, as I was dusting, I dropped my beloved candleholder. Thankfully, it didn't break. But upon further investigation, I realized that a side of the iron base had dented. It

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-13991948003691757262009-12-29T15:01:00.000-08:002009-12-29T15:10:55.579-08:00

I am now ready to compile my favorite posts into a book, but I can't fit them all in. So, I need your help in figuring out which ones should be included. What post do you think shouldn't be left out. Do you have a favorite? Is there a principle or truth that you read about that has changed your life?I am also considering adding a chapter in my book dedicated to the change the God has made in

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-89360650690576706862009-12-08T09:36:00.000-08:002009-12-08T20:53:34.880-08:00

A few weeks ago I was driving to church. It was a beautiful, clear day (which can be rare in Washington state.) I pulled off onto a smaller, two-lane road near my church. On that road is a crosswalk. And on this particular beautiful day, there was an older man, hunched over, with cane in hand, waiting to cross the street. I slowed down my car- as a responsible citizen should- as I prepared to

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-70781853693854973792009-12-03T10:44:00.000-08:002009-12-03T11:24:09.205-08:00

I know, the title of this post sounds like something a man would say (no offense to any men that read this.) But, in all honesty, they are too of my favorite things. And when you have them together in the same night, it is marvelous.Last night our church had a Christmas progressive dinner. We started at my mother-in-law's house (who lived across the street from me) for appetizers. We then

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-44531929156312727212009-11-25T09:40:00.000-08:002009-11-25T09:54:57.352-08:00

This entry is very different than others. I wrote this the other day as it was happening. Writing helps me make sense of my thoughts and emotions- so, with teary eyes, I sat down and began to write and work through what I was feeling. It is very personal and raw. I hesitate in sharing it, but the lesson I learned was invaluable. I was faced with a decision- a difficult one. I had been

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-9280484010875595802009-11-05T16:49:00.000-08:002009-11-06T09:57:15.280-08:00

The other day my husband made us nachos for a snack. He set the cheese-covered tortilla chips between us at our desks and we snacked as we worked on our various computer tasks. I grabbed an extra cheesy chip and said, "I love the cheesy ones." I saw my husband do something next that made me make that almost-gonna-cry-puppy-dog-face. Without reply, fan-fare or hullabaloo (is that even a real

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-10511806438471135942009-11-04T10:52:00.001-08:002009-11-04T10:56:02.558-08:00

I must apologize for the constant change in the landscape of my blog. But, I have finally found the format that I am truly comfortable with! There will be a few tweaks here and there- but this is the look and style that's here to stay (I'm pretty sure)Please continue to visit. I plan on boosting the frequency of my posts as well as a few other fun things I'm working on.And, if you have topics

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-68554183514940104532009-10-28T18:50:00.000-07:002009-10-28T18:52:10.489-07:00

I was listening to an AM radio show the other day in the car. I know- only old people listen to AM, right? Well, I guess since 40 is around the corner and my gray hairs are taking over, I thought it would be the next reasonable step towards the grave. I only have a handful of shows I listen and one that has become my favorite. While driving around yesterday, listening to my new favorite show,

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-23290331228132851252009-10-25T15:36:00.000-07:002009-10-26T08:22:35.107-07:00

I've sung in my church choir for three years now. I love to sing. I am not that great - I'm probably not even that good- but I love to do it. Our choir director, Laura, is wonderful. She has never told me just how bad I am, even when I ask her directly. She always says the same thing, "You have a beautiful voice." I love her for that. Over the years Laura has given great counsel and direction

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-53742313602073559632009-10-18T22:31:00.001-07:002009-10-18T23:29:49.406-07:00

I am not much of a daredevil. Oh, I talk a big talk. I like to sound all tough, but I am really not. Remember the story of the cliff-jump? Yeah- there's no cape on my back. A few years ago the youth in our church went on a hike on Mt. Rainier. We had lunch on a small plateau by a cliff. Some of the kids walked to the very edge to look over Of course the boys spit over the ledge and

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-81979287459081920812009-09-29T08:37:00.000-07:002009-09-29T09:33:50.160-07:00

I tried to water-ski once- fifteen years ago. Some friends invited my husband and I out on their boat for the day. I had never water-skied before, so everyone was eager to coach and encourage me. I watched each of them start off in the water, hold on to the rope and get pulled up onto the water. They swerved and sloshed, jumped and skimmed effortlessly behind the boat. Their examples gave me

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-30347856981046811022009-08-18T23:22:00.000-07:002009-08-19T00:27:45.146-07:00

I went on an errand today to pick up some medicine for my mother at the pharmacy. I parked in the parking garage on the second floor and made my way to the third floor entrance. There were the stairs or the elevator. The stairs were obviously the more active and healthy route, making them the logical choice--but I took the elevator instead. For some reason I didn't feel very inspired to run

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-9084741427896277472009-08-06T10:11:00.000-07:002009-08-06T10:59:20.884-07:00

I've taken on the daunting task, or more aptly put, feat, of reading the Old Testament cover to cover. It has been a test of my biblical comprehension and my ability to stay awake. I have been pleasantly surprised at the nuggets of wisdom and truth that have popped out as I have read over the past few months. The story of the Garden of Eden, the promise to Abraham, Joseph and his ultimate bully

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-3901794004071550422009-08-02T20:28:00.000-07:002009-08-02T20:55:47.118-07:00

I was visiting with a friend today who is preparing to move into a new house. She gave me a tour of her soon-to-be-old home and all the work she had put into it in the past few weeks: new molding, new paint, new fixtures, and new tile. The hope is that is the home looks clean and beautiful; it would be more appealing to a buyer, thereby selling sooner.I’ll admit I was impressed with the result of

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-58713763663816912642009-07-24T00:00:00.000-07:002009-07-24T22:46:45.750-07:00

I remember playing as a young child. My world was colorful, the possibilities limitless. My imagination transformed daily life into an adventure; I was a princess, my brothers were trolls. I loved to pretend with my friends. My entire third-grade year I was convinced I was a lost daughter of Zeus. My friend Melody and I spent our school recesses running away from green nymphs who were sent to

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-4909812453810758612009-07-22T09:53:00.000-07:002009-07-22T11:25:32.862-07:00

I am so tired! I was up until 2:00am this morning. I had the brilliant idea that I would tweak my blog just a little bit. So, I started messing with they layout and totally botched things up! I was up for hours rewriting code and such to get it back to where it was. When all was said and done, or more aptly put, when all was typed and done, my blog looked just the same.You know that old saying, "

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-65301218513508134102009-07-08T23:14:00.000-07:002009-07-09T08:54:44.667-07:00

I've been down in bed all day recovering from an attack of the stomach flu. It blazed through my family two weeks ago, starting with the three smallest kids, then onto my husband. With much hand-washing, Lysol-spraying and prayer, I thought I was safe. But, all my grand efforts merely prolonged the horrifying inevitable. Now, if you think I am being a tad dramatic, well, that’s because I am.

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-52368796180059883412009-07-05T21:54:00.000-07:002009-07-05T22:28:30.216-07:00

Let me just start out that I have never really been a fan of pain. The past two months have been a challenging time for me. I have been given an opportunity to stretch and grow in many wonderful, yet highly uncomfortable, ways. Yet, the miracles I have seen have outweighed any pain or frustration I have experienced. My Father in Heaven has seen fit to show me, clear as day, my weaknesses; and

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-34473045566952512672009-06-27T00:01:00.000-07:002009-06-26T18:06:30.667-07:00

I love play dough: the smell, the touch...yes, even the taste (when I was five). It allows creativity to flow, from rolling a worm to creating a masterpiece. I love brand-new play dough, right out of the can. It's perfect, untouched. The color is pure; it's texture soft and pliable. I can make anything I want. I don't love old play-dough. Its colors get mixed with other colors, turning them

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-41430884174858051952009-06-24T20:31:00.001-07:002009-06-24T21:41:54.219-07:00

I watched the Iron Man Triathlon once on television. The participants swim 2.4 miles (3.86kn), bike for 112 miles (180km), and then run for 26 miles (42km). I was amazed at their stamina and strength. I wondered if I could ever meet a physical and emotional challenge of that magnitude and succeed. This past weekend, my husband and I drove 2,200 miles (3540km) in 5 days with four children

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-34592250988532862562009-06-15T12:16:00.000-07:002009-06-17T08:04:40.768-07:00

I had a garage sale the other weekend. My first one ever. I still have mixed feelings. I loved the extra money, but I hated the rejection. Some people came and saw my things as treasures and took them home while some never even got out of their cars! They slowed down enough to get an idea of what I had to offer, then, deeming it unworthy or undesirable, they just kept driving.There is a part

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-78197947290060626202009-06-14T08:43:00.000-07:002009-06-14T08:50:55.742-07:00

There is something so refreshing about getting a new look, isn't there? I was feeling pretty run-down a few weeks ago, so I got a new hair-do (does anyone call it that anymore?) and a few new things to wear. Same me, just polished up. It's funny how just a few little things can make such a difference. I felt so good that I thought I'd do the same for my beloved blog. Same blog, just polished

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-60735684189287718792009-06-09T14:58:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:14:04.276-07:00

My first job as a teenager was at Baskin Robbins (surprised?) I loved it. Back then the employees got to eat as much free ice cream as they wanted, or at least, that is what my 19 year-old supervisor told me. So, of course, I ate. I loved (still do) ice cream, but I hated the job. Something about having to be there at a certain time and staying the whole shift really bothered me. I also

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-18888496529212437262009-05-30T20:26:00.000-07:002009-05-30T20:26:01.182-07:00

My Grandma Jane is bigger than life: her laugh, loud and unapologetic; her smile, loving and understanding; her humor smart and dry, her counsel, sound and true. She always has the right thing to say, even if it wasn't "politically correct." I remember back in the 80's, her name for the Senate was the s**t committee. She is tough and smart, yet empathetic and nurturing. Growing up, she never

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-11778260103599156892009-05-27T15:15:00.000-07:002009-05-27T15:15:00.443-07:00

When my son Spencer was little he was pretty independent. That is, until school started. He did not like to be away from his family. In kindergarten it was pretty typical behavior, and we did what we could to help the situation. He had good days, and not-so-good days. I had good days, and not-so-good days. Some days we were able to say goodbye at the drop-off with smiles, and others I had

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-90403432596994197132009-05-25T13:52:00.000-07:002009-05-25T21:28:46.402-07:00

It's been nearly a month since I have last written. I wish I had a fantastic story of courage and adventure to share, but I haven't one. I've been here at home, in my small town in Washington, doing the best I can. At least I thought I was.There was a movie I watched once where a man, our beloved underdog, was beaten in a fight. As he lay on the ground, his victor stood over him and said, "You

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-54058495763111065292009-04-28T11:45:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:21:13.013-07:00

For those of you who haven't been with me since the beginning, this whole writing blog thing was born from an exercise routine. Ironically, I am still trying to exercise with intermittent success. I have learned about consistency and moderation . I've learned a lot about myself and exercise over that past few years. Recently I've been exercising with some friends from church. It's been a fun

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-19987880905485211682009-04-17T13:34:00.000-07:002009-04-17T13:34:42.072-07:00

I have always liked to consider myself a brave person; daring and adventurous. Notice how I didn't say I actually am a brave person- I said I like to “consider” myself a brave person. At times my courage cowers before said consideration can turn to an actual act of bravery.A few years ago my family went to the river with some friends for swimming and fun. It was in the Sierra foothills. The

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-28713903338888074222009-04-15T17:52:00.000-07:002009-04-16T08:27:06.225-07:00

There is a part of me, not so deep inside, that longs to have "a moment": You know, one that makes a movie worth watching, brings people to their feet, brings tears to my eyes. I saw a video today of one such moment. I'd like to share it with you. Her name is Susan Boyle. She is a 47-year-old umemployed church volunteer. I don't know much else about this woman, except the fact that she was

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-67950977757886107512009-04-14T09:25:00.000-07:002009-04-14T09:39:57.139-07:00

For those of you who have read the post below, A Thousand Teeny-Tiny Needles, I am happy to report that yes, after the "commercial break", with chocolate, lots of prayer and a good nights rest, I feel as good as new. It's wonderful how God works. Most of the teeny-tiny needles are still there, but I feel stronger, renewed, hopeful and at peace. Heavenly Father doesn't necessarily take away our

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-46824062383827512152009-04-13T21:22:00.000-07:002009-04-13T22:01:07.768-07:00

When I was growing up, my dad and brothers loved to watch old Karate movies. They were filmed in Japan, but the sound was dubbed over in English. It seemed there was on TV every Saturday afternoon. I would sit on the floor and watch the choreography of the fights in amazement. Some of the movies were quite funny, while others were a bit gory.They all had a common theme: the good vs. the bad,

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-80237939956648654882009-04-06T13:36:00.000-07:002009-04-06T13:52:04.499-07:00

I love quotes. They are like Hershey Kisses (and you know how much I love them!; small packages with rich and big messages.I heard a few quotes yesterday that I simply had to share."Come what may, and love it."I completely adore this one. It embodies trust in the Lord, humility, gratitude, happiness and the ultimate eternal perspective."Your future is as bright as your faith."What an empowering

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-15493420267284977572009-03-30T22:50:00.000-07:002009-03-30T23:32:14.379-07:00

I have a close friend named Amy. We've known each other for about 12 years now, since our oldest kids were just babies. During that time, I moved down out of state, then back again, ending up an hour and a half away from her.We always tried to keep in touch. But, despite my efforts, life seemed to get in the way of life, and we didn't talk as much as when I lived close. There were sometimes

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-22146622165024323032009-03-22T23:48:00.000-07:002009-03-23T00:51:14.698-07:00

It is past midnight. My husband and children are sleeping, and I am alone at the computer. I am not tired. My window is open. I feel the cool breeze of the spring (in-denial) air and hear the sounds of hundreds of frogs chirping in the pond behind my home. A small bed-side lamp and the computer monitor are my only light. I love this time of night. Everything shuts down, and I am left with my

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-39711571171425817222009-03-17T11:27:00.000-07:002009-03-17T11:55:06.292-07:00

I am directionally challenged. Even with a map, I am adequate at best. My husband, on the other hand, can be dropped of at mysterious location, take a look around and say, "North is that way." I just can't. I've thought about getting a GPS in my car, until recently.We are starting to hear more reports on the news about people following their GPS voice command in their new cars to the T, even

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-88576673372392184412009-03-10T01:26:00.000-07:002009-03-10T09:10:11.575-07:00

I was making chocolate chip cookies once. As the first half of the ingredients were mixing in my Kitchen-Aid I rummaged through the pantry for the rest of the ingredients. I realized I was out of chocolate chips! I hurried across the street to borrow some from my mother-in-law, only to realize that I was so focused on the chocolate chips that I hadn't realized I was out of flour! It is true

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-68149303394748111182009-02-26T17:34:00.001-08:002009-02-27T21:05:30.172-08:00

Don't you just love events where you don't have to dress up. You know, the ones that say, "Come as you are." There is no pressure to have the perfect hair, wear uncomfortable shoes or squeeze into your new Spanks (a girdle in denial) that you bought while you were alone one day at the store; The ones you swore you'd never wear, but do. (Me? What? Well, I never!)"Come as you are" means just be you

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-84803582214600409052009-02-25T09:11:00.000-08:002009-02-25T10:08:42.370-08:00

Well, I did it. I joined the Facebook community. I reluctantly signed up last spring at the prompting of a co-worker and friend. She swore to me it would be a great experience. My first exposure to it was terrible. There was a wall or something, lots of buttons and people kept "poking" me. I wasn't sure about the whole thing. It was only when I started finding friends through Facebook that

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-73929482554797845032009-02-23T11:18:00.000-08:002011-04-12T20:33:55.617-07:00

I was given the cutest soap dispenser for my kitchen last year. It's been stored under the sink, until last month; it's recent liberation due to a redecorating bug that bit me. It is a tall, narrow glass bottle that is poured, rather than pumped. You may have seen similar ones used for vinegars or oils. It's adorable! I was running short on dish soap, so I mixed what I had with water and proudly

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-70335838254433538292009-02-17T15:22:00.000-08:002009-02-17T15:29:27.272-08:00

When I was a little girl I had a nightmare. I woke up and would not be consoled until I was in my mother's arms. I was so scared, and so tired. I rested my head on her chest and closed my eyes. Only then did I know I would be OK.Sometimes things happen in our lives that feel like a bad dream; People we love pass away, jobs are lost, those we love make hurtful choices, we make mistakes that bring

Michellenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-9307809183275116102009-02-05T08:27:00.000-08:002009-02-05T13:56:14.640-08:00

The walls of the tent were engulfed by the heavy darkness of the forest night. As I peeked out from my sleeping bag, I moved nothing but my eyes. I tried to see something, anything. What little air I shallowly breathed was cold and wet; an assault to my senses. Everything was dark; dark and still.Though I saw nothing and heard nothing, I knew it was out there, waiting. Snap! The break of a twig

Michellenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-20054199242483439952009-01-27T19:37:00.000-08:002009-01-27T20:27:55.825-08:00

You know by now that I love quotes. I have many favorite quotes, one of which is this: "My life is like my shoes, to be worn out in service."Tonight I had the pleasure of vacuuming my house. It surely isn't my favorite thing to do, but there is something very gratifying in the transformation of my dirty matted down carpet, to a fluffy clean carpet! I love it when I can do a small thing and see

Michellenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-40548998733395689362009-01-21T23:27:00.000-08:002009-01-22T09:45:06.264-08:00

I was talking to a dear friend of mine today. We were exchanging personal updates and anecdotes about recent events in our lives. She's a busy woman, with more responsibilities than I have purses (and if you know me at all, you'll know that I have a lovely collection!). The reason for her phone call was a confession of guilt. I had asked her a few weeks ago to do something for me, and she simply

Michelle Wilsonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-48987840617156033532009-01-18T21:34:00.000-08:002009-01-18T23:19:49.572-08:00

There is a longing which lies somewhere between the heart and the mind. It is shared by people of all classes, races, religion and nationality. It has been the petition of grown men, rebellious teenagers and the most innocent of children. It it the longing to know who we really are. It is the most humble and sincere questions, "Where did I come from?", "Who am I" and "What is the purpose of life?

Michellenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-16571092619806217172008-12-07T14:28:00.000-08:002009-02-17T10:53:08.144-08:00

I love this time of year! The lights, the songs, the movies, the family, the Spirit of Christmas. It's the time of year the people act the way they should the other 11 months. One of the classic holiday movies is "Miracle on 34th Street". In it, the real Santa Claus is having a discussion with a little girl. She was brought up to not believe in Santa Claus. During this conversation, the girl

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-64286205711096172442008-11-09T14:17:00.000-08:002008-11-09T18:23:38.666-08:00

I ran into a woman the other day who was preparing a birthday party for her little girl. She had prepared a myriad of activities for the girls to do during the four hour party(um- can you say over achiever?). One of them was an activity where she presents pictures of things around the house to the girls, and hey have to run around and identify what the items are. It doesn't sound that difficult,

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-44290021679235155022008-10-05T21:42:00.000-07:002009-01-27T16:16:37.618-08:00

When I was younger I wanted to be famous. I wanted to be an actress, to perform on stage. But, mostly, I wanted the fame. I wanted to be important. I wanted a name that everyone knew. As I've gotten older, that desire has faded. Partly because I've outgrown the feelings of teenage immortality and gradure. Partly because my sense of worth now comes from an eternal source, not from my peers.But

Michellenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-88231854530168915012008-09-25T19:36:00.000-07:002009-01-27T16:14:17.889-08:00

I don't have anything against Al Gore personally. I've never met him. But, I do think that his fight against global warming is more a political strategic move than a genuine concern for the planet. I'm concerned for the planet, too. We've got a lot going wrong these days. There are murders, violence, economic problems, natural disasters. The Adversary is attacking the family, selfishness and

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-54358519247269863252008-09-18T17:14:00.000-07:002009-01-27T15:52:26.873-08:00

Houdini was amazing. He could be tied, shackled, under water and still he could escape unscathed. I wouldn't last as an escape artist. I don't like my hands tied, even if escape is guaranteed. When my husband was in the police academy I helped him practice putting handcuff on and taking them off. Once. As with my literal hands, I struggle when I feel my figurative hands are tied; you know, when

Michellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-6628257067347137422008-08-19T23:41:00.000-07:002009-01-27T16:17:20.213-08:00

This is for my "heart" friend:Most of us have heard of a 410k savings program. If you haven't, here's a fancy definition I got off the net to make me sound smart: "401(K) plans are tax-deferred retirement savings plans for employees. The employer sets them up and each company has a slightly different 401(K). They are part of a family of retirement plans known as "defined contribution" plans - the

Michellenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-5601297959336675532008-08-03T22:11:00.000-07:002009-01-27T16:15:53.483-08:00

Hope you all like the new look! Thought I'd try something different.------------------Most products of teen (and some adult) relationships have heard, or said, the infamous one-liner, "It's not you, it's me". I'm not particularly fond of that one, but must admit, that is great power in a good one-liner. "You complete me"; "I'm lovin' it"; "I got you, Babe"; "Use the Force"; "Tomorrow is another

Michellenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-11957210819933925592008-07-31T18:37:00.000-07:002008-07-31T19:17:43.396-07:00

It's been a month since my last post. I wish I had a really exciting reason for not posting, like being an undercover super-hero who was whisked away to save the world; or perhaps a very rich uncle died and left me my own tropical island. But, alas, the only reason I have for my month-long absence is that I am lame. This month disappeared faster than a bucket of ice cream in my freezer! Where did

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-6211111185022307612008-06-19T16:30:00.000-07:002008-06-30T22:29:56.577-07:00

When I was little I heard a lot about Charity at church. She was so popular! Everybody knew her. Everyone tried to hang out with her, and to be like her. Apparatently, you couldn't even get into heaven without her! She was a pretty important person! I have an ancestor named Charity, but after hearing stories of her spitten' chew and staring down wild indians way back when, my little mind

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-20984918486643057712008-06-15T23:49:00.000-07:002008-06-18T09:04:30.458-07:00

Since I posted an "ode" to my mother on Mother's Day, I thought it only fair that I shower my father with praise on Father's Day.My dad is great, to put it in the simplest of terms. He's as logical as Spock, as wise as Yoda and as kind as, well, as kind as a guy could be. When I was a child he was gentle and kind. He led our family in family prayer, would tickle me when he got home from work,

Michellenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-71174820291374620112008-05-28T08:03:00.000-07:002008-05-29T21:56:53.929-07:00

I'd like to think I'm a good driver. I've only been in two accidents. The first one happened when I was 17. I really don't count that one because I was asleep at the time. OK- so I was at the wheel- but still, if I were awake it would have never happened, so I really don't count it. Fortunately, no one else was on the freeway that morning (it was really early). I did total my dad's favorite Honda

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-14653178034750332552008-05-16T22:34:00.001-07:002008-05-16T22:40:02.473-07:00

Well, I just got back from my green-light meal. Yep, I had two plates full of pasta, lasagna, garlic bread, and a little salad to assuage my guilt. And yes, it was all delicious! I also met a new friend and had a great conversation. You know, food tastes great, but a good talk makes it taste all the better. Thanks to my new friend! Now it's time to top off the gluttony of the day with some ice

Michellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-8678808670087541012008-05-16T16:50:00.000-07:002008-05-16T22:34:08.330-07:00

So, here is where your respect for me takes a nose dive. So, if you've been reading my blog, you'll know that I am officially a yo-yo. My weight has gone up and down for the past 10 years. It went down quite a bit about 6 years ago, and has slowly, stealthily and mercilessly snuck back up on me. I have tried various things over that past year to lost the pounds that have found refuge in my thighs

Michellenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-76513736163348051122008-05-16T00:36:00.000-07:002008-05-16T16:50:48.339-07:00

Faith is a funny thing. Not ha-ha funny- but misunderstood funny. There are some who believe faith is a crutch for the weak. The ironic thing about that is that faith is a belief in itself. So, in essence, these people try to disregard the principle of belief based on their beliefs. I'd say that's funny. I don't know for sure (that's why its faith, not knowledge) but from my years of study and

Michellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-36871066758980036482008-05-11T22:52:00.000-07:002008-05-11T22:55:55.221-07:00

A beautiful slideshow from http://www.reflectionsofchrist.org/index.html

Michellenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-40973811094105248592008-05-11T13:52:00.000-07:002008-05-11T16:43:03.319-07:00

Today is Mother's Day, and like most of America, it has brought me cause to think about the debt I owe to my own mother.Patricia, or Patti (but never Pat) is a woman of grand design. Her earthly talents or only outmatched by her God-given endowments to love and serve. As a young girl, my mother seemed soft and real. As a teenager, she was humorous and accessible, yet feared (in the most

Michellenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-37176713182435568202008-05-01T19:17:00.000-07:002008-05-01T21:14:29.124-07:00

In spite of a life filled with ah-ha moments, dates with God, faith and family, I still find that I have "off" days. Today was one of them. The tragic thing is that there is no tragic thing. It was just a not-so-hot day. My patience was quite low, my mood slightly sour, my perspective tainted. I don't think it helped that I started a new "eating plan" (I just won't admit I'm on a diet) today

Michellenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-43572727101050942732008-04-29T18:58:00.000-07:002008-04-29T18:58:38.206-07:00

I was watching America's Funniest Home Videos a while back. It was at the end of the episode where they replay the funniest videos. One of those chosen to be replayed was one of a wedding ceremony. While taking out their vows, the preacher states a vow, and the bride repeats it."To love.""To love," says the bride as she tenderly smiles at her husband."To cherish,""To cherish," says the bride,

Michellenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-5143729685451887502008-04-28T16:12:00.000-07:002008-04-29T18:25:06.572-07:00

At the school where I work, there are six of us paraeducators who share a room. The morning tradition has been to, each morning, draw a card from a stack of inspirational cards and read them to each other. They are card of "healing" and "acceptance" and "empowerment". It was a tradition that started before I was hired.In my tradition of not able to leave things as they are, I added some

Michellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-68177067228859570842008-04-26T18:08:00.000-07:002009-01-27T16:16:37.619-08:00

I was thinking today about life. Often times I sit and re-evaluate my standing with God and with myself. I have a mental exercise that has worked well for me. I imagine I am at my funeral. I have a certain number of speakers, each one from a different part of my life. I imagine what I would want them to say about me, what I would hope they would remember.Then I take those things and match them to

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-87111187661841566282008-04-25T14:16:00.000-07:002008-04-26T18:08:09.570-07:00

My kitchen looks great! I've spent the past week cleaning cupboards and drawers, rearranged nick-knacks and all-around re-organizing. I have my "baking" section and my "cutting" area. My pots and pans are organized, as are all my utensils. I even have my oils and vinegars on a lazy-susan. I have been bitten by the cooking bug, and my kitchen make-over is the kick-off to a new at-home career of

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-58369177236820734862008-04-16T11:41:00.000-07:002008-04-22T15:19:56.733-07:00

When I was ten, I was the best climber in our cul-de-sac. I could climb up to the top of the streetlight, bear-footed, and back down again while holding my breath. I could climb swing sets in the back yard and the soccer goal posts at my school. When I climbed the bars at school, I delighted my "fans" (the fourth graders at recess) with a fine display of cherry-drops, and would even finish with

Michellenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-27982056833396571992008-03-21T22:59:00.001-07:002008-03-29T16:19:16.459-07:00

Over the past twenty years, there has been a real "self-awakening" in the world. Countless self-help professionals, gurus and leaders have discovered, rediscovered and rearranged the basic principles of success, each with their own program or seminar to sell. They all boil down to a few core things. For free, I'll share them with you.1. Perspective. You see life, and every person in it, through

Michellenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-31484753379770649492008-03-17T14:01:00.000-07:002009-01-27T16:18:02.533-08:00

A date in the bathroom sounds irreverent...doesn't it? But, I'll tell you, some of my most fervent prayers have been in a bathroom. Sometimes it's the only place I could be alone. Other times, it's where I've felt the greatest pain (after my surgeries). Yes, many a bathroom tile have met my knees, and many a shower stall has heard my cries. And now, I can add an airplane bathroom to that list.

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-82448096454921713122008-03-11T08:27:00.000-07:002008-05-29T21:30:19.408-07:00

You've heard the term "Dreams really do come true"- well, this weekend one of them did for me. But not in the sense that I won anything, or that something life-changing happened.If you've been reading me for a while, you'll know how this all started- on the floor, with me imaging myself on a beach, talking to God. It's been almost a year now since I've been having these "dates" with God in my

Michellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-37103010978365870882008-03-03T13:24:00.000-08:002009-01-27T16:17:20.214-08:00

There is a saying, "If you want to talk to God, pray. If you want to hear God, read the scriptures." I believe that is true. I've had many experiences while reading the scriptures over the years. I love the time I spend reading them. Not every time is a moving spiritual experience, and not every day do actually sit down to read them. But, there are those times, those moments so special and

Michellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-20622781321937997682008-02-05T23:03:00.001-08:002008-05-29T22:00:34.200-07:00

Perhaps one of the most powerful teaching tools is example. You can teach someone with words, but when your actions display the opposite, your verbal lesson loses it's value and effectiveness. It is your actions that people watch. Your words will have meaning, and the power to motivate and teach, when they are in lined with what your actions. The power of example has been made clear to me as I

Michellenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-13019378242349053392008-01-31T22:05:00.001-08:002008-01-31T22:24:50.261-08:00

The Prophet and President of my Church, Gordon B. Hinckley, passed away this Sunday. It's been a church-wide (over 12 million members throughout the world now) heart-felt oss. He was a kind and gentle man. When he smiled his eyes twinkled, and love shown through. I had the blessing of meeting hime once. Although his age and health prevented me from shaking his hand, I saw the love he had

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A long time ago, in a land far far away (1992 in Minnesota) I was serving a full-time mission for my church. I was so excited to be a tool in God's hands. I began my mission meeting and teaching people about Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ with all the energy I had. I loved the Gospel and I loved to serve (still do).About three months into my mission I caught a cold; it never went away. I became

Michellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317767562917540919.post-10883367065213894372008-01-11T22:53:00.000-08:002008-01-11T23:20:40.698-08:00

Well, I'm 36, and I think I have officially arrived at adulthood. I thought I was an adult when the doctor told me last year I had allergies, but now I am sure I am a grown-up. I believe I have had my first migraine. I grew up watching my mom have them, and always assumed it was a "grown-up" thing. She told me chocolate did it to her. I thought that was so sad. I didn't want migraines when I

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I love the sunlight. I love the warmth on my shoulders and the boost to my mood it gives me. Most people are in better spirits on sunny days. There seems to be more fun to be had, more people to see and a better time doing it all. I have never met anyone that loves the sun more than my father. I have memories of him sitting close to the window so he could catch just a piece of a morning ray as a

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It's not you, it's me. I know exactly how many times I have heard this from a guy. Once. Although, he didn't say it as nicely. He had a real passive-aggressive way of getting the message across. I was in high school, his name was Kevin, and I was sure I loved him. But, he never loved me back. In fact, he didn't like me back, or even tolerate me back. He just plain didn't want to have anything to

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