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The Day We Went to Prison – Part I

The Day We Went to Prison – Part I

Lost Mule Lodge

… a journey that began with a cabin in the woods

I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate our anniversary than to surprise my husband with a visit to a prison…

You know – to prove to him that life could be worse!

The Missouri State Penitentiary has earned the nickname, “The Bloodiest 47 Acres in America”.

What we saw that day will be forever seared into our hearts and minds.

Typically, I try to keep this blog uplifting, I want you to feel happy when you read it.

I will warn you, there is nothing uplifting or happy in what I am about to share.

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Tips on Attracting Hummingbirds

Tips on Attracting Hummingbirds

Lost Mule Lodge

… a journey that began with a cabin in the woods

I am grateful to have expert friends…  and a phone to connect with them.  We all have the friend who just GETS IT…  the one you call when you can’t stop laughing, and when you hear them “snort laugh” you know you called the perfect friend.

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Are You an Old Soul or a Young Soul?

Are You an Old Soul or a Young Soul?

Lost Mule Lodge

… a journey that began with a cabin in the woods

We all have a soul and each is unique. Our soul is the essence of who we are.

There are the older souls, the ones we hope our kids hang out with.  They are the “guardians” of the group. The ones who say, “You know you could get arrested for climbing that water tower.”

Then there are the younger souls, the thrill seekers.  Those souls that are always taking the dare.  The ones who are living life in the fast lane.  The “fun” people. The ones on top of the water tower.

With a can of green spray paint.

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Living Room, I’ve Missed You

Living Room, I’ve Missed You

Lost Mule Lodge

… a journey that began with a cabin in the woods

 

Many of you have met Gypsy.  She is the Tervuren puppy we got at Christmas.  She is absolutely delightful, but it took a long 6 weeks to trust that she was housebroken enough to allow her out of the kitchen.  The problem was that I was barricaded in the kitchen with her all that time.

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There is a Last Time for Everything

There is a Last Time for Everything

Lost Mule Lodge

… a journey that began with a cabin in the woods

This is not the post I was going to write for today.  I came across this poem and felt the need to share it – It is as powerful as anything I have read in a while… I think of all the “Last Times” with my own children, and them with their kids. I think of my beautiful niece and her new baby.   If we only knew it was going to be the last time… Grab a tissue and read on.

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