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Nancy Roman

Tag Archives: Growing Up

Birthdays

A few years ago I wrote a post – Oh, Grow Up! –  in which I wrote about the childish things that we need to leave behind. Don’t get me wrong. I think we should act like children a lot more often than we do – especially because we mostly still feel like children inside. …

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We Are All Brave

As I watch the scenes from the Texas floods, I am overcome with awe for the bravery I see. People heading TOWARDS disaster, not away, in order to save others. I watch the confirmation that all Life is precious, especially as I watched one woman working with others to save baby bats from the rising …

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Inner Adult

I recently had a discussion about the “inner child” – the well-founded idea that there is a distinct part of us that is still the small child we used to be. In the concept of the inner child, our greatest joys and greatest fears arise from the child we used to be. What we loved …

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I Missed The Train

(A reprise – one of my favorite posts from a few years ago) I Missed The Train The current heat wave reminds me of the first time I ever wanted to be a grown-up. Some kids can’t wait to grow up; but not me. I liked being a kid. I could not picture life without …

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Growing Up

I have been reflecting on my lack of a summer vacation this year. I’m not complaining. We had a fabulous trip to Jamaica in March – which will satisfy us for a year at least. Maybe two years if we want to pay for that trip before we travel again. We have a beautiful yard …

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Dad, The Annoying

Every year at this time, I remember my Dad’s birthday with a small tribute. I’ve discussed some of the things I loved about him (‘The Smartest Person’), and some of the things that he loved (“Of Tom Mix and Clam Chowder”). But my Dad was just a guy after all, and he could be just as annoying …

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Life’s Stupid Paradox

Friday night we went out for our bimonthly treat – kiddie-size low-fat frozen yogurt (We are SO good). We were sitting in the car with our minuscule snack listening to the Grand Ole Opry. (Don’t even ask – let’s just say my husband has a serious Sirius issue.) Little Jimmy Dickens told the same joke he’s been …

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I Missed The Train

The current heat wave reminds me of the first time I ever wanted to be a grown-up. Some kids can’t wait to grow up; but not me. I liked being a kid. I could not picture life without dolls and make-believe.  Being an adult looked awful, almost as bad as being a boy – who …

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