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Her case worker had once suggested knitting as a means of anger management.
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Never did. He knew it and loved me, anyway. I imagine you're wondering why I'm mailing you my wedding dress. (Yes, that is indeed my infamous wedding dress.) I suspect the sight of it has put the fear of God in you.
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When we worry," Drew continued, "we take reality and move it into the realm of fiction. What is real is transferred into the land of monsters and dragons, which seem far bigger and more frightening than they really are."
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After all, it wan't every day that someone got adopted by a dog.
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pet-adoption
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Don't cling to the past. Look instead to the future. You have a husband who adores you and children waiting to be born. Your life is just beginning. So much love awaits you, more joy than you can possibly imagine now. Your pain shall reap an abundant harvest of life's treasures. Trust me in this.
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Julia didn't know how long she stood there, holding on to Ruth's hand. She realized as she looked up at the monitor registering her grandmother's heartbeat that it had gone silent. Ruth had quietly slipped from life into death with no fuss, no ceremony, as if she'd been awaiting Julia's arrival so she could leave peacefully. Julia had known it would be impossible to prepare herself emotionally for this moment. Ruth's death wasn't a shock; s..
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this woman was trouble the first moment he saw her and heard her exuberant "good morning." Even her name was cheerful: Julia. Looking at her, it was easy to envision the opening scene from The Sound of Music, with Julie Andrews twirling around, arms extended, singing, joyful, excited."
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shouldn't go unpunished. He dragged the man to the very tree where he'd chained the poor dog and wrapped the chain around him, securing him to the tree. That wouldn't be the only penalty the drunkard would pay. Keaton knew that Preston would contact the authorities and see to it that this monster was prosecuted. That, however, would take time.
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a long way toward making that desire a possibility. As he entered his office, Jayson's cellphone rang. He reached inside his pocket and saw that it was Cooper. "Hey," Jayson greeted, happy to connect with his"
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Let me see if I have this straight. You were going to move out, although you didn't want to. Is that right?" She nodded. "Why?" "Because I wanted you to ask me to stay." "Ah, I understand now. You do one thing, hoping I'll respond by asking you to do the opposite." She shrugged, realizing how silly it sounded in the cold light of reason. "I... guess so."
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It's not polite to invite yourself along.
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When you are truly passionate about something that God has designed for you to do; things unexplainably click. You experience a profound sense of joy in what you do. It feels natural and it completes you.
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purpose
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Women can't tell east from west, so you use these ridiculous ways of getting from one place to another." "Ridiculous means? What exactly are you talking about?" "If you must know, a woman gives instructions to take a right at the beauty parlor on Main Street, and a man will tell you to head east." "It's the same thing, isn't it?" "No, it isn't," Kyle argued. "Men don't notice things like beauty parlors or red mailboxes."
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No, your problem is that you've grown so comfortable with feeling guilty that you're afraid of what will happen if you don't. Being happy frightens the very life out of you.
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The thing I've learned - and trust me, I'm no expert- is that forgiveness isn't a gift we give the offender. It's something we do for ourselves
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There are consequences in owning an alley cat, Mr. Walker. Even one named Dog." Lacey knew how pious she sounded. Lines of righteousness creased her face as she let herself out."
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What a shame that he pushed people and relationships away. With a personality transplant he would have the potential to be more than eye candy.
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a smile would certainly increase his face value.
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him. The happiness she felt was still new to her and it actually frightened her a little.
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They hadn't been married long and she hated to disillusion him so soon. Once he met the family, he might well have serious doubts about her, and the truth was, she wouldn't blame him.
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Janine," Anton cried, delighted. "Zach. My, my, this is"
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You've got mail...
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contemporary-romance
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I wish I knew what it is you do to me." She sensed that it troubled him that she could break through that facade of his. She was beginning to understand this man. She was physically handicapped, but Nash was crippled, too. He didn't want love, but he couldn't keep himself from needing it, from caring about her, and that worried him. It worried her, too."
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I don't think you need to worry about me marrying Jack," she assured him. He parked at the curb and cut the engine and then said the oddest thing. "Good." Good? He didn't want her to remarry? What a strange reaction, considering that he'd been married to Marge for fourteen years." --
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the woman who'd helped her through the most difficult period of her life. As Julia silently opened the door and stepped inside, she felt tears burn the backs of her eyes. Her grandmother appeared to be asleep. Ruth's face was pale, but she seemed more at peace now, as if the pain had passed. Tentatively Julia stepped over to her grandmother's bed and took her hand. She held it to her own cheek and pressed it there. Slowly Julia closed her e..
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CECILIA RANDALL HAD heard of people who, if granted one wish, would choose to live their lives over again. Not her. She'd be perfectly content to blot just one twelve-month period from her twenty-two years. The past twelve months.
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Their baby girl had been born premature while Ian was at sea, and it became immediately apparent that she had a defective heart. By the time Ian returned home, Allison Marie had already been laid to rest.
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deep sense of loss and failure. We were each letting go of a dream, of our expectations of what it meant to be a wife, and striking out on our own for the first time.
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Guide to Moving On. The first item on that list was: Don't allow yourself to wallow in your pain. Reach out. Volunteer. Do something you love or something to help others.
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Rule #2, Cultivate New Friendships.
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She clung to life, not for herself, but for Julia's sake. It hurt her to know Ruth was in pain. Why did those who were good always have to suffer?
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He left the building, fury propelling his steps, and got into his car. Feeling the way he did just then, Ian realized he shouldn't be driving, but he wasn't about to sit outside this apartment. Not when Cecilia might think he sat there pining for her. He revved the engine and threw the transmission into drive. The tires squealed as he sped off, burning rubber. He hadn't gone more than a quarter mile when he saw the red-and-blue lights of a ..
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As a kid I can remember my mother telling me that our lives are merely a reflection of what we see and do. If we are kind, others will treat us with kindness. If we love, we will be loved. If we care, we will be cared for.
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Men have a hard time just dealing with a simple cold. If God had left procreation up to the male of the species, humanity would've died out with Adam.
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love. "In time you'll know joy again." Joy? I wanted to argue with him. It didn't seem likely or even possible. One doesn't heal from this kind of pain. I remembered how my family and friends had struggled to find the right words to comfort me. But there are no words ... there simply are no words."
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When you put beads in your knitting, you are really putting bits of light in your knitting. The gleam and color-play of beads add a whole other dimension that could be demure or outrageous, as you please. Your choice of beads and yarn uniquely expresses your personality. --Sivia Harding, designer and teacher
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For the first time since I arrived, it struck me how truly alone I was.
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bestselling cookbooks;
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As far as she could tell, basketball involved a herd of impossibly tall men racing up and down a polished wooden floor, passing a ball back and forth until one of them forged ahead to the basket to try to score. It seemed that whenever the contest became interesting, the referees would blow their whistles and everything would come to a grinding halt. She couldn't understand why the referees chose to wear zebra-striped shirts, either, since ..
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when the Lakers scored at the buzzer to take the lead, Charlotte leapt to her feet and cheered.
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You think just because you happen to know a few sports rules, men are superior to women." "We are," he returned wholeheartedly, without the least bit of reservation. Charlotte laughed. "At least you're honest. I'm sick of men who pay lip service to women, then go into the men's room and snicker behind our backs." "I'm honest to a fault," Jason agreed. "I'm willing to snicker right in front of you." "Somehow I don't find that much of a compl..
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at him, Caroline crossed her long legs. Her foot swung
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Women are more sensitive than men.
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If you must know, Carol, Barbara and I had a pity party." "A what? You're kidding, right?" He didn't bother to hide his mocking grin. "Never mind."
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