On Friday, JoHn and I had a date day – a real date day – for the first time in a very long time because other life things have... Read More
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.. on black thumbs and a white plant
One of the most astonishing things that happens when someone you love dies is that you suddenly have lots of flowers. And casseroles. Mainly lasagna, but sometimes – especially... Read More
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… on not-so-brave explorers
German ShepHerds are an interesting breed of dog. Certainly wHip-smart. Sometimes, scarily so. Also, quite funny in that ‘sure- I- look- like- I- could- take- you- out- in- one-... Read More
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… on the need for shadows and night
I’m up in Maine doing the little things that I don’t like to do when summer is in full swing (which is when I’m focused on canning and jar-ing... Read More
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… on the shifting sands of grief (and hollywood set design)
Yesterday, I was contemporary-chatting to a friend (which is called ‘messaging’). We were talking a bit about death and dying and grief, and she shared her analogy and –... Read More
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… on grief in real life
I once read about the theory that, if you know what is actually happening within your body during childbirth, it makes it easier to deal with the pain. I... Read More
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… on sparkle water and magic
I am a big fan of Sparkle Water. Sparkle Snow too. Sparkle anything… something magical about it. On Friday, Granny, Sister-In-Law Robin and I headed up to Maine with... Read More
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… on maine fairies
In Maine there are fairies. No, I haven’t seen them, but I know they are here. They do all sorts of fun and strange things, and I think this... Read More
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… on promises
Will I think of you often? I will I will Will I think of you often, I will. With each beat of my heart And each intake of breath... Read More
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… on no air cover and curious ground cover
The death of a parent ignites many different emotions. And also thoughts. There is lots of thinking going on inside my brain right now. The little hamsters on the... Read More
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… on packing for a trip
Yesterday was a beautiful day. Exactly the type of day that Grampa would have loved to be a part of. And he was. Family gathered and cried and laughed... Read More
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… on my missing piece
Every day, twice a day, for three weeks exactly, to the day… I would go to the hospital where Grampa, my Old Yankee Man, was staying. Every day, twice... Read More