Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Family
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A familiar rumbling, snorting, clanking…a glimpse of John Deere yellow through the trees…and yep, there it is, our old friend coming around the bend and up to the house. How long has it been away from home? 3 years? 5? It was a bittersweet homecoming for our beloved backhoe yesterday, though. We have plenty of…
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Bridget Shallue was just 52, barely older than I am now and already a widow, when she said goodbye to Ireland in 1852 with her grown children…chased away by the potato famine, I'm sure. If she ever returned, it isn't mentioned in the family lore. Accompanied by two daughters and two sons, Bridget arrived…
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It's Spring Break. There's no such thing as routine anymore. My drums will gather dust. Lately I've been stealing a few minutes from each morning to bang around on them before leaving for work – just one song a day from my "new to me" Mp3 player, still loaded with my daughter's playlist. Right now…
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Sigh. I feel better. The monster isn't tamed by any means, but he's a lot smaller and not nearly as menacing. Somehow I managed to stay focused on the biggest fun-suckers, like cleaning my house – the part of the monster that was casting the biggest shadow on everything else. Even when Rick Steves came…
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I refuse to complain about how tired I am. I could already be in bed if I really wanted to be, but instead, I chose to upload and edit the pictures from this past weekend and then tell you all about it. It was a fabulous weekend…but an exhausting one, as well. Husband Tom and…
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When Mama's away, the boys will play! Look what I discovered in the house Friday afternoon when I got home from work … And Tom says I'm the softy in the family…
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I was sitting on the back deck yesterday morning, waiting for Max to finish his breakfast, when a small cardinal flew up and landed on the railing right in front of me. I'd love to believe he just wanted to greet me with a warm Good morning! which is what I told him, but I…
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I thought of it yesterday morning, but my brain is too busy these days. There's too much traffic, too much coming and going. Or maybe as I get older I just can't handle this much activity. At any rate, the thought was lost in the crowd. It fought its way back through the throngs, re-appearing…
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My husband Tom loves to go to Hooter's. He swears it's only for the hot wings. Yeah, I'm rolling my eyes, too. But I have to admit, I'm starting to believe him. For the past few weeks he has been a man on a mission, trying to figure out how to duplicate the hot wings at…
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