Years ago, a former neighbor’s daughter-in-law (perhaps in her late sixties at the time (though I am terrible at guessing someone’s age (she could have been twenty three)) interrupted... Read More
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… on pointy teeth and full hearts
For many years (a little more than 33 in fact), whenever anyone else asked what it was like to be a mother – or a father, for that matter... Read More
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… on inside-out beauty
Just now, a male cardinal flew to the top of the wrought iron shepherds crook that holds my bird feeder – the one with the internal gadget that closes... Read More
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… on a wake of friends
Yesterday, I went to the wake for a friend. That doesn’t quite capture it. Yesterday I joined a wake of friends… and family… and colleagues and others who loved... Read More
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… on christmas spirit in practice
Setting: Early morning. The Elves on the Shelves – there are two of them – have come to Auntie Awesome Lisa’s* country (yes, I have a country). They’ve managed... Read More
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… more on that magic continuing
“To all those who come to this happy place: Welcome. Disneyland is your land. Here, age relives fond memories of the past, and here youth may savor the challenge... Read More
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… and the magic continues
Oh hi! I’m a bit busy nana-ing in a corner of the world where it’s really fun to be Nana. I promise to check back soon. Until then, I’ll... Read More
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… on autumn falling and what the…
Oh how I love this time of year. Crispness paddles out slowly in mid to late August, riding the waves of air in during early September. A lone, deep... Read More
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… on quieting (just in case)
The Morning After… it’s so quiet. A friend noted, in a comment last night, that this might be due to a certain missing heartbeat. Could be. That heart beat... Read More
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… on a princess’s give-ya day
Gotcha Day. The anticipation, the excitement, the giddiness… The joy. This is the beginning of a brand new being, for the puppy or rescued or re-homed dog… and the... Read More
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… on a morning in maine
It’s early… cool… humid. The gardens’ heady scents, joined by saltwater, are invisible joys cast from, it seems, all directions. I am not fooled. What is comfortable now will... Read More
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… on pride-ing and falling again (dammit)
So. This whole ‘pride goeth-ing before the fall’ thing is getting old. Allow me to amend my previous statement. This whole ‘pride goeth-ing before my fall’ thing is getting... Read More