Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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It's ironic. Growing up, I didn't dream of being a mother. I preferred toy guns, my bicycle, and stuffed animals over baby dolls. When I peered into my future, I pictured a college degree and some kind of unconventional career, like architect, archaeologist or journalist. Never teacher or nurse. I didn't think about getting married…
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…who loves conversation, walks in the country, eating birdseed, bugs and an occasional apple, seeks companionship with single female of his own species. Color doesn't really matter, but I'm looking for a longterm relationship, and I know from experience, speckled seems to have an advantage in the woods over white when it comes to evading predators. Frankie has…
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Wouldn't you know…I go months without having to go to the doctor, and just when a pandemic is sweeping the world and the news, I get a headache that won't go away and hurts enough for me to go sit in a waiting room full of sick people? Thank goodness no one was coughing. But…
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Back in 9th grade, before driver's licenses and promise rings, Larry and I went steady. He wrapped my house and wrote me notes, gave me a corsage and escorted me onto the football field at halftime as part of the Homecoming Court, sat in the backseat with me while his brother's friend shuttled us to…
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I spent most of Saturday thinking I had a good grip on the day…up early, coffee with the dogs, a good work-out, several episodes of Rick Steves trekking all over Europe -it's public television fundraising time- including the corner of Spain and Southern France that Kendall visited in person last month, even some writing…all before mid-afternoon.…
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"Hey Barb – come here! Quick!! Hurry!!" I dropped what I was doing and rushed into the bedroom, but figured Tom was just calling me to watch some poor squirrel try to maneuver around the "squirrel-proofing" he had rigged up on the birdfeeder outside the window. He had been keeping a close watch to see if…
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I was around three, my brother Donnie eight, when I spotted the mysterious box on the edge of our driveway. I can picture Donnie approaching it, picture his shocked face, hear him scream "Run!" as the snakes, dozens and dozens of them, poured out of the box, slithering down the sides and along the ground after us.…
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We have run out of bird seed. I don't know how it happened! Well, I guess the same way we managed to run out of bananas and Tom's shampoo – just not paying attention or getting to the store quick enough. Frankie doesn't appreciate it one bit and he was letting me know it…
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…with prayers, blesses you with love and encourages you with hope. My friend Leslie decorated twenty or thirty bottles with this quote and tucked them into clear cellophane goody bags for my party on Saturday – along with lots of candy, colorful, sparkly confetti, and packs of Cosmos seeds. I thought the pack of seeds was especially…
Long Hollow 