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Finding acceptance in having your soul exposed

I’m not always the sharpest technological pencil in the pack, so it took me a while to catch on to the fact that the ads appearing on my Facebook newsfeed were not just randomly things I liked. Like a long while. Years, in fact.

I just thought of it as one of the little miracles of life that the ads that I saw were often for things I actually sought or had thought of buying.

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Every day, every minute, is a gift

On Tuesday, the day this column was due, I erased everything I had written and started all over.

My original premise was to write about the homeless, since I always think of them when it’s hot or cold or a time of year when the rest of us are celebrating and they are trudging from campsite to campsite.

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May gratitude find you this Thanksgiving

It’s a privilege this year to write a column that may be read on Thanksgiving Day. For me, columns about being grateful are some of the easiest to write.

I’m very conscious of gratitude in my everyday life, since I have found it can push me above ground on days when I’m tempted to wallow in a hole. No matter how frustrating and painful life can be, it’s also such a gift. I know that sounds cringe-worthy.  

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Gratitude is more filling than a big holiday meal

As we all continue planning for one of the fattest days of the year, I wanted to share with all of you some of my secrets for a successful holiday.

Growing up in a family where holidays were likely occasions for conflict, I learned some valuable deflecting skills. Now that I have a family of my own, I have perfected some of these techniques, broadening and deepening my coping strategies.

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Still listening to same song all these years later

There is a song called “Joy,” performed by pianist George Winston, which I can credit in part with the beginning of my true writing life.

After college, I had originally gotten into social work and, although I was an English major, had not yet discovered the magic of writing. This song, along with a powerful friendship with someone at that time, connected the two.

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