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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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A blanket of thick fog settled on our bit of the world yesterday evening – it made driving the hilly, serpentine roads out here pretty tricky! When we woke up this morning, we still looked out at a white world, but by mid-morning, when I fed Max and Frankie, it had lifted, leaving the trees…
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After the outpouring of love and support over the past few days about Charly's death, I don't think I want to "count my age by friends"…I'd be really, really old! I know there will be days when the Charly memories hit me hard…I know there will be tears…but right now God has answered prayers and I…
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Charly stopped eating last night. This morning he was too weak to go for a walk…even though Tom had the day off and would be joining us. So I stayed behind and petted him until Tom and Max returned, not wanting him to be alone. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. I had…
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Twenty-four years ago today I became a new person…a mother. Becoming a mother revealed qualities within me that I never dreamed existed. "Self-centered" and "self-indulgent" were stripped away the moment I set eyes on the little life we named Tommy…the miracle combination of me and Tom that God created and presented back to us. From…
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It wasn't until Monday afternoon that I opened the email letting me know a dear friend had undergone surgery that very morning for life-threatening heart problems. Because of the holiday and busy weekend, I hadn't checked my email for several days…it took me awhile to weed through the crap that had accumulated in my inbox.…
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I had a flash of deja vu this weekend when the priest announced to the wedding guests, "May I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Tom Shallue"… It helped that I was sitting in the pews, one of the wedding guests, instead of standing near the altar dressed in white. But still…it was a strange sensation. It was…
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It's like magic…whenever Shallue families gather in one place, you can count on a cribbage board and several decks of cards materializing on a nearby surface. Tom's mom and dad arrived Saturday evening and already there have been dozens of cribbage games, 3-13 matches (a kind of rummy), and the curses, whines, excuses, (and pages and…
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It's almost too much for me to fathom that Thanksgiving is only a week away. Why does time speed up so much as you get older? Is it because you start to realize how precious each minute is and you know you've wasted zillions of them already that you can't get back? Do we then…
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There are more truths in 24 hours of a [person's] life than in all the philosophies. – Raoul Vaneigem This struck a chord in me when I read it today. After a quick Googling and Wiki-read of Raoul, I'm not sure I would agree with him on much else, but on this we agree…what a difference…
Long Hollow 