I Can See Clearly – About YOUR Life

By Kellie Purcill

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of spending three whole days with my best mate Tasha. We were both free of parental duties for the duration, and planned in advance what we were going to do: whatever we wanted, whenever the whim whacked us to do so. While she was here, we managed to eat an incredible amount of (sensational) chocolate, watched (multiple) movies, ate out at several restaurants (without children!), talked practically non-stop (with the exceptions of the previous points) and very nearly laughed our faces off.

On the last night the wet-season’s first tropical storm rolled in and as we listened to the rain lullaby the night, our conversation yet again returned to what was concerning us in our own lives, and how it could all possibly be resolved. The rain drummed harder, the air slowly cooled, and the answers became clearer.

Just not to ourselves.

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Cool Like the Other Side of the Pillow

By Hildie Westenhaver

I was in New York City last week and you can’t spend more than an hour there without pondering the idea of coolness. Am I cool? Am I not? These are the kind of soul-searching questions I ask myself. And the conclusion I came to? I am, in fact, incredibly cool. Let’s look at the facts, though:

1. I am 38, which is middle-aged no matter how much I don’t want it to be.

2. I drive a minivan. It’s a joke on wheels. A minivan! Why don’t I just start wearing mom-jeans while I’m at it?

3. I live in the suburbs. Not only that but I live in a neighborhood where my house is one of ten floor plans that residents can choose. In other words, bland and ordinary.

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