Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Just thinking…
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I'm still hoping to post part 2 of the Shallue Vacation 2010 later today, but I came across something during my break from sweating that I wanted to share right away. (Tom and I are tidying up outside… mostly taming the overgrown weeds and cleaning up the "puppy playpen" on our porch.) My friend Gina lives…
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It started with a 7th grade slumber party and a crush on an older brother. It led to hours and hours on the phone, a few letters, a shy face-to-face encounter and "Mitch" scratched into the top of a beautiful wooden box decorated with ornate inlaid wood given to me by my grandmother. I don't…
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Blogger extraordinaire Pioneer Woman asked that question this week. Or more specifically, she asked for photographs that depicted "America" on her FlickR group. None of mine made the final cut (not a surprise – you should check out her site and see all of the awesome photos that were selected!), but I had fun thinking…
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…that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. ~ United States Declaration of Independence That's it in a nutshell, isn't it? The United States of America isn't perfect, but the foresight of our founding fathers…
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Their property backs up to ours. We've met them, but don't really know them. They aren't 'easy' neighbors, as in 'easy' to get to. There's a hill, overgrown trails, a barbed wire fence and lots of tree-covered acreage between our house and theirs. We've never socialized and our girls didn't either, although they were near…
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Yesterday morning as Max enjoyed his breakfast, I sipped my coffee and watched the clouds drift across an electric blue sky… a sky so blue I imagined God uploading it to Picasa and hitting the 'saturate' button to achieve it. Two Great Blue Herons flew down the Hollow in front of me, following the creek…
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I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……
Long Hollow 