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Category: Family
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I needed a weekend like this with days that weren't overfilled, but not so open that I simply drifted through the hours, finding myself on the other side with nothing whatsoever done. The weather the past few days has been perfect, just what I hope to find in heaven – blue skies … temperatures warm…
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Music takes me by the hand and leads me places. Most of the time I enjoy the journey but sometimes a song will take me to a place or time I’ve tried to forget. Yesterday morning I settled in at my drums for my one-song-a-day ritual. Earplugs in place, I pushed the button on my…
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Another birthday has rolled around somehow. Fifty-one just seems anti-climatic, doesn't it? Not nearly as exciting as fifty, but still just as unreal. Age really is just a number … now I understand. For years I've taken my Birthday-Day off to spend as I please, a gift for myself. Tom often takes the day off,…
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Eggs … signs of new life …spring … rebirth … What a perfect symbol of Easter! And what a perfect gift from a grandmother to a grandchild … a symbol of the cycle of life. Every Easter for years and years my mother gave each of her grandchildren one of these beautiful hand-painted eggs. I…
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Candles flicker, casting shadows. The lights are dimmed and I sit near the back, watching the flames. It's quiet – so quiet I hear the ringing in my ears over the distant sounds of cars passing the church. I almost talked myself into just staying home. I feel so tired … what if I fall…
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Belle is asleep on an old lounge chair cushion just outside the front door and within sight of her big brother, Max, sprawled on his bed. Belle. She climbed right into that name and it seems a perfect fit …the belle of the ball, the puppy princess. Her foster family called her "Thibodeaux" – too…
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Tomorrow morning Tom and I will head north for a pass-off from a stranger on the side of the road. We'll be meeting the newest member of our family for the first time, a Rottweiler mix puppy…and bringing her home. We hope she likes us. I've been a little nervous, worried about how Max will…
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Like Sasquatch, Max emerged from the shadows of the woods when I drove up to the house. I wasn't fooled – he was waiting for Tom, not me. But Tom was late. Max figured I was better than nothing. Yesterday's blog post was fresh on my mind…all the to-do lists…all the squeezed, stretched, crowded minutes…but…
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I'm whooped. Overwhelmed. Plumb tuckered out, chopped up, and stir-fried. Kids, dog, future dog, bird, house, land, job(s), writing, projects, money, me, husband, parents, siblings and kids, cousins, friends, etc….plus the maintenance and upkeep of every single one (this includes phone calls, emails, prayers, and just plain remembering…) It's all spinning, spinning, spinning in my…
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Sometime in the dark morning, I woke to the rumble of thunder and the drumming of rain on our metal roof. I drifted back to sleep in the middle of a prayer, but rose at 5 am to make a pot of coffee and check the weather forecast on the kitchen television, fingers crossed. Damn.…
Long Hollow 