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	I remember when I was a little girl running around on the first of May and dropping off May baskets at the houses of our friends and neighbors. These little packages’ contained cookies and small presents for that household to enjoy. The gifts were not huge, but the surprise and the thought behind the gift made those May baskets an annual favorite. Even as a little girl, I knew that size matters but in the case of these baskets the little things in small packages made all the difference. One May, I found, in my basket…

	I had just parked my car in the garage when the rain really began in earnest. All day it had been misty and overcast. I thought, “I won’t need an umbrella,” but hey sometimes we can be wrong. I arrived at my back door soaked to the skin and promptly took off all my clothes. I stood there in my birthday suit and was grateful to be out of my wet clothes. Like Ms Sheryl Crow says...

	Twice within the past few weeks the Twin Cities and Minnesota have been hit with a series of snowstorms, blizzards, and oddly enough even an episode of thunder snow. This March swept in with a bang and then just as quickly changed. Today, the sun was out and the temperatures topped 40 degrees. Each year as the sap starts to rise in the trees, the sap rises in my wood as well. I look forward to the warmth of sunshine and the sights of boys in tanks and plain white tees. I am reminded of...

	Recently, as I left a Hy-Vee grocery store in Rochester, I felt a presence off to my side. I looked and saw a man with a huge bag upon his back overflowing with “stuff.” As I continued walking to my car that cold night, I couldn’t help but shiver. I did not envy the load he was carrying, but knew by carrying my own load, that I was no different. My “stuff” might be in boxes, on shelves, crammed in drawers, or tucked far back, but I was hanging on to so many things I had lost sight of how to live. I knew that I needed a change to prevent complacency from holding me back from living. After ten years of working, loving, playing, and sleeping around Rochester, I decided...

	I was at work daydreaming of a better place and of a better me. Bits and pieces of the song “Superman,” by Five for Fighting interrupted my fantasies. I realized that I wanted more from life; I wanted more from me. I wanted to be "more than some pretty face beside a train." I think that people dream of one day becoming more than who they are in the here and now. I often thought that if I met enough people and had enough friends I would be happy. I thought that if I bought enough “stuff” I would be content. I thought if I did enough of all the right things that I would finally measure up for myself and for my world. I thought I too could be a super hero if I just made that final step. And then...