Late last night I heard some commotion at the side door. Monty was up and woofing, so I came downstairs and, lo and behold,... Read More
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… a text with sam
Poor kids. When all the world offers up fodder for a blog post, they never know what’s coming. But, in my defense, sometimes I... Read More
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… a poem for my new friend. death becomes her.
The Undertaker’s Rose My new friend wears a great expression Not sadness, anger, nor depression You’d have to offer your concession That ‘happy’ is... Read More
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… on her pies and a golden tassel
Her pies. This conversation started out Friday night with Number One Son, Sam calling from New Orleans to let me know that he was... Read More
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… a text from sam
I admit to being late to Facebook, but I was early to texting. I love it for the reason that, with busy kids, nieces,... Read More
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… on loving football and being feminist peewee pervert
My nearly perfect husband had made me a roaring fire in the fireplace. Chicken corn chowdah (a Dingle Family fall staple) was on the... Read More
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… on spousal literature and eye-rolling and the wizard of oz
This morning my nearly perfect – but wishing he identified more with murderous, sociopathic tendencies – husband was making my coffee. He was a... Read More
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… a poem because I walked into a falling leaf
Today I walked through a breeze of leaves swirling and whirling and dancing with trees, who bustled and leaned and reached and grasped, trying... Read More
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… on freakin’ suicidal varmints
I’m not sure what’s going on. For the past week, every time I get in the car, my palms start to sweat. By the... Read More
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… on grampa’s many jobs and the ass who delivers our mail
Before he was a grandfather and before he was a Dad, Grampa had many jobs. A child of the Depression, he has told stories... Read More
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… on slippery slopes, prejudicial behavior, and being mayor
Oh hey. Listen, I grabbed a coffee on the way, don’t worry about me. I need to talk to you about something. Sigh. I... Read More
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… on a poem for fall with a little boston and maine tossed in
The trees are sayin’ “Let’s reti-yah” Their leaves are fallin’ from the sky, yah I’m lookin’ out the window, a yah Enjoyin’ my first... Read More