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Remember This

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

Tonight she is in a cornflower blue t-shirt, hot pink shorts and snow boots, riding around the field on her baby-blue bicycle with a ribbon blowing behind her, trying to outrun the dogs. I want to fix her in my memory this way forever.

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Leave a Little Space

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

If your brain is all filled up with knowing the answers, you won't have any capacity for asking the questions.

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Stop Running from Your Dreams

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

Whatever it is that you want in life, just put it out there. Sooner than you think, it happens. The challenge isn't to get it -- it's to stop running from it.

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Garbage Night

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

Picture if you will: 50 mph winds, sheets of freezing rain, 400 feet of treacherous driveway all downhill. Garbage night with 2 full bins. One adult already damaged from last week's fall on the ice . . . Enter Marlaine and Aubrey in the trunk of my car, wearing snowsuits, Aubrey in a bike helmet, on her knees, holding the trunk open, Marlaine on her keester, riding backwards, dragging the bins behind us. We are nothing if not resourceful. Aubrey can't wait for next Monday.

Snowy Driveway

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Same Paths, Different Roads

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

The benefits of assuming others have experienced the same life-chipping-chiseling-carving-molding-and-smoothing that we have far outweigh the risks. Plus, it's so rewarding to find a newer, shinier, wiser, more interesting friend where an otherwise perfectly good friend used to be.

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Probably Not a Good Idea

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

I'm thinking that picking "Closer to Fine" for a funeral song would probably put some people off. I'll just sit around and sing it for a few hours instead.

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Birthday Night

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

When my granddaughter, Aubrey, was asked what she wanted to do for her birthday, she said she wanted to stay in a "beautiful hotel" in Chicago for the weekend with me and a girlfriend. School is still out for the holidays, so we decided to go this weekend before New Years Eve. We did the usual Chicago things - the Museum of Science and Industry, Yolk for Breakfast, and Giordano's for dinner.

But the most magical part of Aubrey's birthday adventure was exploring every ballroom in the Palmer House, late last night, the girls in PJs, while crews set up for the next day's new years eve parties. Hushed but busy, party favors arranged on tables, almost-10-year-old girls dancing to their own music on every ballroom dance floor. I hope that memory accompanies them to every glamorous party they attend for the rest of their lives.

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Stop. Write.

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

Hurtling through the day without time to think? Stop. Write down your objectives, solutions, or ideas. Clear writing forces clear thinking.

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Prioritizing My Life

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

I changed a car battery for the first time today. For me this was a cause for celebration, though you may be wondering why a 43-year-old woman has never changed a car battery before. I can’t get the alternator tested before tomorrow, because I don’t have a voltmeter, but if the alternator is bad I’ve already looked up how to replace it and I think I’ll take a stab at that.

What is this, a sudden hankering for a career as a mechanic if I ever find the management consulting fees running thin? Not really – I hate getting my hands dirty and I’ve noticed

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Put the Kids in Charge

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

I just took four days to experience R&R at the discretion of an 8-yr-old. To guide, not control; offer suggestions, then go with the flow; (oh, & drive). It was all about parks, pools, zoos, snacking not dining, loooong walks, holding hands, staying up late & watching movies while eating candy in bed, & non-stop talking. If being truly present is so rewarding, why is it so rare? I am claiming more of it. With my whole family.

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Life is What You Make it

Written by Andrea Hill on . Posted in Reflections

My mom are planning an escape. If they don't do surgery today, we are going to tuck her into a wheelchair and sneak off to the lakefront. What the hell. After weeks here it's time to get outside, have a laugh, and reclaim some control. If you see two wildly cackling women running full-tilt with a wheelchair in front of Northwestern hospital security on Chicago news tonight, it's not a Halloween stunt . . . it's just us.