A few weeks ago I share the story of Fred just walking off the edge of our raised patio, even though I’d told the Nearly Perfect Husband to keep... Read More
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… on meeting ms. matty
Sometimes, when I take my time and pay attention, the best things happen. This afternoon, Gabe, the self-proclaimed perfect boy was volunteering with a little kids’ class at the... Read More
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… on an ode to a skin horse
Ode to a Skin Horse I knew you were there Under layers Of storm after storm Year after year Slowly, bit by bit Your rust, your dents Journeys and... Read More
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… on death considerations and writing
Yesterday I went to visit my friends in New York and we spent a lot of the time there talking about writing and the creative process. We also got... Read More
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… on gifts of food
When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I went to live with Granny and Grampa at their small house on Parham Road in Tyngsboro, Massachusetts. Only back... 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 snowed-upon, at our door. At... Read More
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… on life imitating art
There’s more snow on the driveway. Ya, I know. Shocker. Doesn’t it look all sweet and fresh and, oh, I dunno… Pure as the driven snow? You know what? There... Read More
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… on the mercy of a genius
I am an Apple fan. Love the products, love the marketing, love the cool and hip vibe of being one of those people who ‘think different’. It’s a bit... Read More
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… on a low-down, underhanded, sneaky theft
In 2002, while Granny and Grampa (the Old Yankee Man) were in Florida, Grampa’s dog died. Sunny was a ‘pound dog’. A collie/shepherd/who-knows-what-else mix. JoHn and I had chosen... 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? I just listen. Why don’t... 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 over to Just Ponderin’s Facebook page :))
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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. In a hauntingly beautiful voice.... Read More