When the writer Anne Lamott was 48 hours away from becoming sixty-one years old, she wrote down “every single thing I know as of... Read More
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… on the hat
When the kids were much less tall than they are today, we often read a book by Jan Brett, called The Mitten. It was… well,... Read More
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… on the admission of colored christmas light snobbery
This post was originally posted on December 2, 2013. This morning, whilst walking with friends, we touched upon colored light vs. white light ‘class-i-ness’ and... Read More
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… on christmas beacons
Oh yes. The day after Thanksgiving was, as it always is, Decorating Day. Decorating Day is a National Holiday for Dingles (no, seriously, it... Read More
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… on thank you pies
Yesterday I went to the local YMCA (‘The Y’) to walk with my friends. We’ve been alternatively walking and lifting/pushing/complaining (a.k.a., ‘the weight machines’)... Read More
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… on the rising sun thing
That’s my friend Kim, with a sunrise on her face. Hang on… Oh, here we go. This sunrise… I know. It was pretty great.... Read More
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… on voting here (and hereafter)
Today it is raining – sometimes pouring – onto our little peninsula in Maine. It is also voting day! I know, I know… it’s... Read More
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… on dream days (introvert-style)
Blow me a bubble one without trouble Or people, or small talk noise free To float in, to ponder and let my mind wander... Read More
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… on small boats in big seas
I love this picture. A storyteller, an audience. Chirps and bleeps and ringtones absent. Distracting screens and crowds replaced by the quizzical faces of... Read More
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… on growing up so fast
Well, let’s see. It’s been a few weeks since three baby squirrels – well, one very small baby squirrel – showed up… and then brought... Read More
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… on dingle diner, expanded
This morning, after putting out food and fresh water at the newest incarnation of Dingle Diner (and announcing that breakfast was served), only little... Read More
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… on the totally extraordinary ordinary
And there it was. A tomato, peeking out from behind a velvety green leaf. Red. Ripe. Ready. And me? Well, I was dancing. Alone... Read More