Memory Tree

As I sat one evening on my couch this week, I couldn’t help but admire my Christmas tree. That admiration quickly turned to dread — dread of having to pack it up after what seems just as quickly as I put it up. It’s not the time and effort it takes to put it away…
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Financial Fiasco

A couple of weeks ago, I received a text from my mother mid-morning requesting that I call her over my lunch hour. The vagueness of the text could have indicated any number of semi-serious incidents on the home front, but when I called her I was both relieved and slightly annoyed that I would have…
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On Track … Again

I couldn’t say for sure what sparked my latest attempt to get back on the fitness track when I began lifting again about four weeks ago, but rest assured, it’s on the upward trend of the umpteenth time. It’s a vicious cycle for me. Like running on a treadmill, you hop on this never-ending track…
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Unlikely Visitor

A miracle happened this past weekend in the Sobotka residence. It saw an unlikely visitor — my dad. Don’t get me wrong, he loves me very much and we have a great relationship, but he’s the type that makes himself physically ill leaving the farm. I understand it — everything that could possibly go wrong…
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A Woman On A Kitchen Mission

You know that saying, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” Well, if that were true I’d be happily married. Just kidding, I’m not that conceited, but I do have to boast a little bit. I’ve been a completely self-sufficient individual for just over a year now. In other words, college campus…
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