Today I got my first ‘senior’ solicitation. I was certain that, when this day came, my solicitation would come in the same form that... Read More
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… on a prison break and a very special bawston moment
What were you doing yesterday afternoon at approximately 3:47 p.m.? Huh. Sounds reasonable. You wanna know what I was doing? I was meeting the... Read More
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… on marshal dejeweled, odd metaphors, and being a man
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 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 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