This was the first day of JoHn and I jumping back into ‘real life’, and by ‘real life’ I mean we went to spin... Read More
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on the memory seeds
Grief I’ll trust the softly petaled path Toward the Memory Seeds There I’ll nestle Dip a toe Run my fingers Through the cool, dark... Read More
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… on the great escape of 2018
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the... Read More
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… on cracks and crack ups
This was a very crack-filled week. As in ‘cracks in the best laid plans’. Not crack, the drug. I just wanted to clarify that... Read More
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… on maine dogs in maine snow
HRH the Princess Bunny-Blaze very much enjoys retrieving her tennis ball. So much so that she gets a bit…er… cranky when Marshal attempts to get... Read More
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… on encouragemental obligation
On Christmas morning, Mac handed me a box. ‘Here, Mom. Open this one!” It was a big box. I held it up and kind... Read More
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… on risk and reward at christmastime
That is my first little dock tree… being snowed on in the late afternoon of yesterday. At high tide (that piece of knowledge will... Read More
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… on holidays blooming not looming
Okay, c’mere. ‘Cuz the holidays are nearly upon us. These times are a concoction of many emotions and experiences and some are pretty good.... Read More
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… on maine whispers
Maine Whispers If whispers had wings, And carrying things, They’d drop fog Softly into my cove To silently wander Hither and yonder Haunted breath Without tethers... Read More