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Category: Family
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I just returned from my annual retreat with girlfriends to the coast – our 13th or 14th now, I can't remember which – where the sight and sound of the ocean renews my soul and invigorates my spirit. The bonding of girlfriends… the food… the kiss of the sun on my skin… the birds and…
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Tom and I are off to immerse ourselves in 1977. In other words, we're going to my 35th high school reunion. (That number just slips through my brain without even registering – I can't be old enough to be out of school that long!) Tonight I'll go on a tour of my old high school…
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…these two youngsters joined hands and hearts and said "I do." They were young, but Daddy had been to the other side of the world and back on a Navy ship in World War II. He had been to college and now worked as a Highway Patrolman. Mama already knew from experience that…
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Last week Tom discovered a dead turkey down near our little pond. There were no signs of violence or obvious cause of death. We suppose it died of natural causes. I'm sure that happens occasionally in nature, doesn't it? Well, Belle was with him that day. We're not sure if she acted alone, or if…
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I had plans for this day off: clean my filthy house before house guests arrive Saturday. I'll hardly have a free minute in the coming days. But Tom threw his back out Saturday, which means it's now my job to move TG's bed and other heavy furniture to her apartment since he's out of commission.…
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Last Monday Tom and I celebrated our thirtieth anniversary. (Yikes! Thirty years??!!) Because of circumstances, we didn't have time to buy each other a card, much less a gift, but his youngest brother and his wife surprised us with a cake, a dozen beautiful salmon-colored roses, a six-pack of Shiner Bock, and a funny anniversary…
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Pop passed away early Thursday afternoon. Those words are so hard to type; I couldn't do it here before today. Thank you for all of the prayers and light sent his way, and ours. We believe his passing, and the way he passed, was an answer to prayers, probably even his own… so peaceful, his…
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Tom was sitting on the porch swing when I came home late last night after a double shift at the winery. The look on his face let me know something was wrong, but several long seconds went by before he was able to tell me what it was: his father had suffered a stroke that…
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