When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I went to live with Granny and Grampa at their small house on Parham Road... Read More
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… on black and white and shades of grey (but not 50 shades)
That’s the bottle of wine (not wHine) that I was opening up the other night, just before some pretty awesome humans arrived, frigidly and... Read More
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… on hows and whys
How can you listen When he struggles to find a word When his topics shift Like grains of sand on a snow white beach?... Read More
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… on a valentines day thanks giving
But for you, I’d be Less. Less loved Less silly Less joyful Less whole Less comfortably me. Thank you. Thanks for readin’ Wanna comment? C’mon... Read More
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… on a place that sings to me
There is something about Maine. It brings me into myself. As if it knows my favorite song. And sings it to me, whenever I’m there.... Read More
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… on a bridge (not that bridge, a good one)
I’ve taken many photos of this bridge, but never while snow is falling. Actually, finding a day when it is not snowing would provide the... Read More
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… on a crooked path toward a creative life
Yesterday afternoon, I was turning into my driveway, and the light was just right. My trusty camera was on the seat next to me.... Read More
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… on a sheepish husband and blind fred
Last night, the Nearly Perfect Husband came huffing and puffing into the Living Room. He was snow-covered and holding a shovel in his hand.... Read More
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… on ‘cooking’ and cooking
Marshal Dillon Dingle does not cook. Oh, sure. Sometimes Marshal Dillon Dingle thinks about cooking. Photographic proof: See? But, in actuality he does not really... Read More
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… on real life magic (and joy)
It’s snowing again. This time, the weather prognosticators are saying we’ll get another foot, maybe more, on top of the three feet we got... Read More
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… on a morning in chic and trendy dunstable
This morning we woke up to blue skies in Chic and Trendy Dunstable and, after dropping Self-Proclaimed Perfect Boy Gabe off at school, I... Read More
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… on a theory of relativity and ‘the great blizzard of 2015’
When we moved to Australia in 1995, ‘we’ were me, the Nearly Perfect Husband, First Born Mac (then 2 1/2) and Number One Son Sam (having... Read More