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It pays to unplug…for a while, at least

Come on, admit it. Are you addicted to technology? Do your hands start shaking if you’re torn away from your handheld device for more than a few hours?
For an introvert like me, social media has fit my personality like a glove. I’m verbal and bold online in ways I would never be in person—and I get to practice my quips and one-liners.


The days are long, but the years are short

Nine pillow fights * Nine incomprehensible Knock-Knock jokes * Nine bike rides through the mud * Nine growth spurts that make trousers and best-loved t-shirts too short * Nine hugs for teachers


I am Queen of the World!

So I’ve come to the end of my running odyssey, and I find it ironic that at the end of this program, I find myself running 10K alone—on my treadmill—just the way I started.



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Technology addicts

This March Break morning, my daughter woke up in her room next door, and said,  “good morning.”  Not by popping her head out of the door and stumbling to the bathroom, mind you.

She said it on Facebook, cause she saw we were online, too.

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