Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Hitting the road
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"Every goodbye is a new beginning." ~ me (and probably a bunch of other people) This afternoon I said goodbye to an old friend: my grandmother's piano. A friend from high school bought it for her granddaughter. She met me at my parents' home today and I helped her load it onto a trailer. (A…
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Holy cow! A month has passed since my last post. How the heck did that happen? It's been a month full of so many things… Mother's Day, a wedding, rain in Austin, and a trip to Florida to name a few… each worthy of their own blog post. But at this late date all…
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First of all… Happy New Year! I can't believe this is my first post of 2015. I have had so many ideas for posts, but alas, no time to write or publish them. Have you picked a word for 2015? I have, but I'm going to save it for another post. I hope…
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On Monday my middle son turned 26. He celebrated by taking the day off from work, sleeping in, and then relaxing on the back porch with Belle, reading and drinking his coffee. He's definitely a child after my own heart. The day started out a rainy one. But by the time Belle and I…
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Our grandfather clock is chiming midnight. Rain pours – no, roars – outside my window, just the kind of rain we need. A blessed sound, for sure. Every once in awhile I catch a flash of lightning in the distance. I've just finished a few things for work … or at least all I can…
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They grow so fast, don't they? One minute they're crawling around on your stylish-at-the-time-rose-colored carpet, exploring and investigating… picking on their older brothers, trying to stir things up…cuddling in your arms because they're still shorter than you and easy to pick up… …and then suddenly they're wanting to explore far beyond your…