Morning breaking, I’m partaking in coffee offered by my love. My smile spreading, I toss my bedding and thank my lucky stars above. In... Read More
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… on apples falling from trees
You know the saying, ‘The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree’? Ya? You know the horror that courses through your veins when... Read More
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… on freakin’ rainbows and T
Do you remember when I told you the story of T and Marshal? Seriously, no? C’mon, it was late last summer and I wrote... Read More
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… on batkid and folks doing a dang good job
Yesterday morning, after having nowhere else to turn as a crime spree threatened to engulf his city, the San Francisco…er….Gotham City police chief sent... Read More
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… on recovered grampa and dogs who choose poo over rabbits
“If the dog hadn’t stopped to shit he’d have caught the rabbit.” Yep. Grampa’s back. He and Granny drove up to see his surgeon... Read More
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… on saying thank you
Back in February of 2005, my beloved New England Patriots were playing the Philadelphia Eagles in the Super Bowl and we were about to... Read More
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… on it all being greek to me
About a week ago, I got a text from number three son Jack. I should probably point out that number three son Jack is... Read More
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… on an old house and a sign maker named Tim
A few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from Tim Kearns. I’ve never met Tim, but it is no longer rare to do business... Read More
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… on an empty nest, temporary ocd, and calvin and hobbes
I’ve written about being a mama bear, even a bristly one. Protecting cubs, advocating for cubs, and the occasional mauling of a particularly obstinate... 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 poem on a weathered tree, for weathered humans
Weathered I stopped today beside the old tree, its branches peppered with fall’s last leaves. The ground beneath a carpet of gold, each fallen... 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