My co-worker (and WonderTwin) John Marcantonio called an impromptu meeting in the sales suite last week. Like dutiful colleagues, we all traipsed our way in, not once asking, “why?!” (we never ask). Without saying a word, he played us the following 40-second commercial…
“When we get back on the bus, you need to come sit and talk with us,” implored Tyler, one of the two dozen high school band students on the New York City excursion.
“Yes!,” I agreed with a smile. “I have a story to share with you…”
I hear a lot of talk about hearts with empty holes. From those who contend with tragedy — to fellow depression-sufferers — to people in religious circles. It’s everywhere.
The thing that makes my left eye twitch is when people condescendingly throw out Read the full story…
Cut from completely different fabrics — she like our sweet-tempered Momma, me like our feisty Grandmother — my sister Debbie and I never thought we looked alike. That was until we were both in our brother Mark’s wedding, wearing the same exact dress, donning the same exact hair style.
Growing up Racette was, well… magical on many levels. There were boundaries and consequences, yes, but all sprinkled with a dash of, “I dare you!”
As part of my blogging experience, I will occasionally share “Growing up Racette” moments with the hopes of sowing dream seeds into your soul. Read the full story…
