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They Call Me MacGyver
As kids, we use our imaginations all the time. We make things out of nothing, utilize props when we play, and assign roles to things and people that make absolutely no sense except to us. I remember making bike ramps out of cinder blocks and plywood with my brother, filming a fake horror movie with… Continue reading
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Life As An Empath
Growing up with an ER nurse for a mom definitely has its perks, let me tell you. Any time my brother or I got injured or sick, she knew exactly what to do and was a rockstar at making things better. That being said, there were SO MANY times I tried to milk situations to… Continue reading
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Silent All These Years
Growing up, I was mostly a quiet child, at least in public. Around select friends and family it was hard to get me to shut up at times. I had to feel at ease to really open up. Sometimes I wonder if I was born this way, or if I grew into it… being relatively… Continue reading
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The Underdogs
Last night I gifted my niece (Abby) and nephew (Wyatt) an alien themed beach ball I had gotten them as a souvenir from my recent trip to Roswell, NM. As we were playing, Abby (two years older than Wyatt) quickly turned it into a game of “whoever touches it first gets the ball.” As I… Continue reading
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