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Challenge Day

by MO VEAR
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Son: “Mom, did you know that God can write on stones?”
Mom: “Really? How is that possible?”
Son: “With lightening.”
Mom: “Holy Cow! Lightening?”
Son: “Yep. God can do anything, Mom, just like you!”

Well, my life is complete. In the span of one breath and thirty seconds, my son managed to liken me to God – not because I am, but because he thinks I am.

Like a balloon, I felt myself fill; expanding with breaths of pride, pleasure, delight.

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You Can’t Fire Me; I Quit!

by MO VEAR
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Someone once told me when I was living and working in Los Angeles: “You’re nothing unless you’ve been fired at least once in your life.” Needless to say, they had just received a pink slip.

I was a bit cynical; I felt invincible at that age, like I could still change the world.

Since college, I had had a great track record of getting hired and staying hired. Back then, it was actually a good thing to stay in a job for long periods of time. I was the perfect Golden Retriever – the boss would ask for the seemingly impossible and I would go out and make it happen.

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How to Stop Fighting With Your Spouse

by MO VEAR
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Husband: “Good morning.”

Wife: “What?”

If you’ve ever been married or in a relationship for more than five minutes, you can probably relate to the following conversation. If not, then please tell me how not to get annoyed by my very, at times, annoying husband, who, by the way, I love despite the following conversation, but only because of a hot dog. Yep, the word “hot dog” may have saved our marriage. He is lucky. This time, ‘cause I hate hot dogs.

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Compassion and Forgiveness: Who Cares.

by MO VEAR
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It’s been twenty-three years since I last saw my father and thirteen since I have spoken to him. I happened to bump into him, however, at a department store last month.

I think I heard his voice at the same time I spotted him. He was telling the sales clerk how cute she was, to which she giggled. (The same girl who was so rude to my husband and I moments earlier, that we considered leaving altogether.)

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