Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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Tom's email read "I saw this and thought of you," with a hyperlink under the message. My heart fluttered – he thought of me while he was at work? How sweet! Tom never emails me unless it's a two-word response to something I've sent him. I clicked the link and laughed when the page popped…
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Oh, I had big plans for yesterday, all spelled out in a realistic and do-able list of things to accomplish on my day off. Besides the usual – my morning walk with the dogs, their breakfast on the back porch and my work-out which I always dread and want to get out of the way…
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For the past decade of my life, whenever the trail I was following narrowed to a dead-end, a new path would suddenly appear. Now I've begun watching for those trailheads. At times it feels like I'm wandering through a maze – if I think about it, it seems a little scary, but I just need…
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List-mode -noun A state of being wherein a moderately organized compulsive listmaker falls behind on things she needs to do, usually due to a weekend out of town with her girlfriends, and can't help but make more lists in a feeble attempt to get caught up without forgetting something important. 1. Sigh. 2. The weekend…
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You circle the date on the calendar. You count the days until you can leave. You just can't wait for that special date to arrive! And then (you probably guessed it because it happens to you, too) … the time flies and that special weekend is over way too fast. This was one to…
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While you sit where ever you sit on Saturday mornings, reading this, I'm soaking my drought-dusty body in the cool water of a friend's backyard pool, frozen margarita in hand. This is a Diva weekend, when girls I grew up with congregrate to catch up on each other's lives in a way that Facebook and…
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I'll be traveling today, driving miles of highway in my air-conditioned car, singing along to the radio, probably dancing in my seat and drumming on the steering wheel, perhaps swerving off the road to capture something in my camera (because I can do that when I travel alone.) (Don't worry, Mama I promise I'll be…
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I dreamed rain pelted our tin roof, hard, and thunder shook our windows. Then I realized it wasn't a dream and, snuggling under my covers, dozed off again, grateful. "Mom? Dad?" I woke again with a start, disoriented. Glanced at the clock. Midnight. "We had a power outage. You probably need to set your phone…
Long Hollow 