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Kim Bryant

Reflections of a Conflicted Step-Grandparent

It’s mid-morning on a sunny Saturday, and I am chilling in my bedroom, reading a Sue Grafton murder mystery. The double bedroom doors are wide open and a little voice just piped, “Hi, Miss Kim,” at the doorway as my seven-year-old bonus granddaughter headed to her new room at my house to get something.

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Kim Bryant

Empty No More Week One – “They’re Moving In!”

I am so tired! In one week, we’ve had patriotic homemade waffles (topped with whipped cream, blueberries and strawberries), Toy Story 4, donuts, a late (nine o’clock is now late) trip to Target for lawn toys, and a one-mile walk in the heat to play at the park….

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Happy Feet, Happy Hearts

It was 1993 in Fort Gibson, Oklahoma, bare walls streaming rays of light, dancing with my two-year-old son and four-year-old daughter. Silly, goofy dancing. Fingers pointing randomly at the ceiling, feet flexed awkwardly, and our voices raised to the roof, we danced with complete abandon. Sometimes we danced when Daddy was home, but I never…

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Home Sweet Home

I don’t love clutter. I never have, much to the chagrin of my in-laws, who I think have finally given up trying to fill my car with the stuff they are trying to clear out as they age. My answer is, “donate it, and not to me.” Every move and there have been many in my marriage, has been preceded by a garage sale and/or a dumpster trip. Everything that’s in my house now is there because…

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