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 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 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
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… on a homecoming, a nearly dead husband, and a plea
Over the past few days, things here have been pretty dang busy. There have been backs and forths to the hospital to visit Grampa... Read More
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… on loving an old yankee man (part two)
Months ago, I wrote my first post that had a ‘Part Two’, and I remember that I was completely flummoxed regarding how to start... Read More
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… on loving an old yankee man
On August 9, 1993 I took the plunge and began living with another man. Yes. It was a shock to my friends and family,... Read More
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… on the freakin’ alarm clock
In my room, I have a small oak writing desk. It sits along a short stretch of wall directly across from my side of... Read More
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on rules forgotten and the great facebook incident of 2007
On a cold winter day years ago, I came around the corner into my kitchen and looked out the window. Two of my wonderful... Read More
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… on a big move, to a big country, where nothing is a big deal
In 1995, my dear husband and I found ourselves sprinting through LAX. And by ‘sprinting’, I mean moving as fast as humanly possible with... Read More
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…on my first dog and the virgin mary in a bathtub
Growing up, my favorite author was Albert Payson Terhune. Sure, it was a mouthful, and none of the other kids at Shawsheen Elementary School... Read More
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… on the acquisition of live poultry and being a dog
I want a freakin’ chicken. No, I’m not kidding. I want a chicken. I want several. A gaggle or a flock or a peck... Read More
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… on big boy pig piles
Little boys tend to fall into one of two categories. They are dinosaur kids, or truck kids. I’m not saying that the same kid... Read More