Yesterday was a beautiful day. Exactly the type of day that Grampa would have loved to be a part of. And he was. Family... Read More
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… on ports and storms and stuff
Lately, it’s been stormy. Grampa has been in the hospital for two weeks now, and the weeks before that were not pretty, nor very pleasant.... Read More
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… on the homicidal advocate
That’s me. The Homicidal Advocate. Oh, you thought I meant that’s me in the pic right there? No. That’s Grampa right there. Doing a... Read More
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… on flashes of moments
Many of the most emotionally challenging times in my life are, in my mind’s eye, made up of flashes of moments. Sure, when I... Read More
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… on schedules distrupted
On Wednesday, Grampa went into the hospital to investigate what it happening with him, and when Granny and I came home that night, we... Read More
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… on the geriatric investigation service
My new boyfriend carries his comb in his hair. Seriously. And I don’t mean one of those cool combs that looks great in a... Read More
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… on a gift in a storm
Bette Davis was onto something when she said, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.” In addition to struggling to be eighty-six and, well, just being... Read More
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… on a spring-y delight
Way back last year The first flake fell And just like that Poof! Winter’s spell. First, such beauty A world aglow Sunlight, moonlight cast soft... Read More
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… on examples and lessons
One of the massive benefits of JoHn being the youngest child was that his sisters and brother all had kids before we did, so... Read More
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… on the definition of home
There’s lots of ‘stuff’ going on in Maine right now. At The Inn (ever-ready caveat: It’s not really an Inn, but it was in... Read More
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… on canceling out a rant
Hi. So… When last we spoke, I was pissy-fied about the whole ‘it’s not spring and it’s supposed to be spring!’ thing. And I... Read More
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… on chasing spring
Yes, that is light pouring in through the old barn window in Maine. And also a life-preserver. To save me. Because if you look... Read More