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Do you remember that silly song from childhood that went something like this:
Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can throw them over your should like a continental soldier? Do your ears...hang...low?
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It happened at the restaurant tucked away in the back of the second floor of the John Wannamakers Department Store, to the right of the fine china registry. Its pale blue walls and pink vinyl booths were designed to look like the inside of a Victorian stagecoach. I neither remember the name of the restaurant nor the woman whose words have lingered through more than thirty years since she spoke them over the chef salad she placed before me on my white paper place mat.
“Sweetie, you’re so pretty. What’s your name?” |
Jeane'
I am Jeane', a woman who loves her Isotoners padded, coffee hot and favorite jeans ripped (only because I've got zero tattoos and a desire to be a tiny bit edgy).
You are in the company of one woman who desires to attach no label to herself except those of "imperfect" and "perfectly loved by God". That's it. By spending a little bit of time here at my online address, you will come to find that I am married, I am a stepmom to one, and birth mama to eight...three of whom went straight from the womb to happily residing in Heaven, five of whom live loudly & loved here with us. I am perched precariously on the slippery edge of sanity most days and even so, am grateful for this life in all of them. I am not here to tell you what to do, or how to do it because there is just so much I simply do not know. I am here because I love to write and it is far cheaper than therapy. Pour yourself a cup of whatever makes your heart happy, if you like, and enjoy a sip of real life with me. thecoffeecottage.blogspot.com |
