Was it really two weeks ago… That I was fluffing your dress, my beautiful daughter Daddy’s little girl. Did it all really happen… Realizing... Read More
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… on the mornings after
It was magical. Truly. Wow. The morning dawned with our cove blanketed in mist, the trees hidden behind gauzy walls of fog. Weather reports... Read More
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… on signs and flamingos, but mostly signs
It all started with a pink, plastic bird – one of those ones with funky metal sticks for legs, so you can stand them... Read More
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… on touching dreams
So… you know we moved to Maine. Well… I know I know I moved to Maine. No… it’s not the boxes still unpacked in my bedroom... Read More
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… on tucking in a house
It occurred to me yesterday, alone in the house I have mockingly referred to as ‘The Disposable Shack’… After the family packed itself into... Read More
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… on knowing, and *knowing*
Until about twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t look. Totally true. It’s been nearly a week since Sam’s accident down in New Orleans, and all... Read More
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… on life stuff, all of it and all at once… always
This morning we awoke to a pop and the sound of our beloved fan, the one we turn on each night for its pleasing... Read More
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… on a couple of toasts
Once upon a time Delia Ephron wrote a book called Hanging Up, and then her sister Nora produced it into a movie. It wasn’t a... Read More
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… on gentle reminders
A gentle reminder… Tap on the shoulder… A whisper of a memory… Or that freaky scene in Poltergeist where Carol-Anne turns from the television and... Read More
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… on a trophy (a JPNN Special Monday Edition)
The dark descends, the lights come on. The seats fill. The engine noise – the crowd – starts… swelling, retreating… ebbing, flowing. One song... Read More
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… on five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred… legos
Yesterday, the Nearly Perfect Husband (also known in these parts as ‘Daddy’ (Marshal), ‘Fah-sah’ (Gabe), ‘But Daaaaad’ (Mac), and – depending on what he... Read More
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… on quietly ponderin’ an old man’s shovel
That shovel above did not belong to the Old Yankee Man, no way… because plastic. But seeing it there, outside the back door this morning, reminded... Read More