I’m not sure if that magnet, which sits above Gronk’s* gas tank filler upper door, is about Marshal Dillon Dingle, or about me. I... Read More
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… on nicknames lived up to
The Disposable Shack. Disposed. Well, not quite. But now I am thinking it was so unfair to refer to this wonderful home as the... Read More
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… on making sense of self
So… there’s this dress. I can’t tell you much about it because it’s a secret. Not being a member of the Wedding Tradeworkers Union,... Read More
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… on putting your work ‘out there’
It’s totally freaky. Cars are going by more slowly and I swear they can see me swimming in my fishbowl. Yesterday, a ‘for sale’... Read More
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… on risk and reward
Yesterday morning I was hanging out in the hotel, getting some work done when I heard from Number One Son Sam, who was practicing... Read More
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… on pondering along with an understudy
Meet The Understudy – the at-the-ready stand in for the Sam’s now-crunched automotive star (unable to go on). This is her, prior to meeting her... Read More
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… on a good morning
The little beach on the island is quiet in the early mornings and late afternoons, even in summer. But in the midst of the... Read More
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… on an awakening
There are so many firsts this year, now that Self Proclaimed Perfect Boy, Gabe has headed off to college. Some I anticipated, but others... 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 wedding destiny-ation
When we were done restoring The Inn, our place that was an inn during the late 1800s and early 1900s but is not an... Read More
