Oh, hey! Sorry for the mess, John’s been gone since Sunday and it’s been pretty hectic. I know I only have one kid at... 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 text from sam
I admit to being late to Facebook, but I was early to texting. I love it for the reason that, with busy kids, nieces,... 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
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… on freakin’ suicidal varmints
I’m not sure what’s going on. For the past week, every time I get in the car, my palms start to sweat. By the... Read More
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… on grampa’s many jobs and the ass who delivers our mail
Before he was a grandfather and before he was a Dad, Grampa had many jobs. A child of the Depression, he has told stories... Read More
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… on slippery slopes, prejudicial behavior, and being mayor
Oh hey. Listen, I grabbed a coffee on the way, don’t worry about me. I need to talk to you about something. Sigh. I... Read More
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… on a poem for fall with a little boston and maine tossed in
The trees are sayin’ “Let’s reti-yah” Their leaves are fallin’ from the sky, yah I’m lookin’ out the window, a yah Enjoyin’ my first... Read More
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… on dead trees, post puppy depression, and a vacation
Today is tree-taker-downing day at the Dingle house and it’s just – because I want another ‘d’ word – dandy. Along the side of... Read More
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… on monty’s reunion with his one true love
At the end of August, our old Bernese Mountain Dog, Monty (we call him Grampa Monty) had been showing signs of something pretty serious.... Read More
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… on fall, my red rubber coat, and skip to my lou
Fall is my favorite. Oh my Gosh, do you know what I just realized? It’s after noontime. We can have a glass of wine,... Read More