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Category: Me and Him
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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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We stood on a small hill Friday night, Tom and I, waiting for the Blue Moon to make its appearance. This hill is just a small rise in a neighborhood down the road. A weathered asphalt road, gated at the bottom, winds to the top. I guess someone planned to build a home up there,…
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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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I'm home. The past week has been a whirlwind of sand, sunshine, hugs, laughter, seashells, sunburns, storm clouds, card games, wet towels, buffet-style meals, birthday cake, aloe gel, clear water, ocean waves, camera clicks… But now, I'm home, hitting the ground running last night as soon as we unloaded the car… unpacking, starting laundry, uploading…
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I've been sitting here listening to Alabama's Greatest Hits, getting all sappy, thinking back to another Friday the 13th almost 30 years ago when I said "I do"… … and thinking even further back to that night at Gilley's just a year earlier when Alabama sang "Feels so right…" and Tom and I were the…
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I was busy with to-do's when Tom said the magic words Wednesday evening: Painted Bunting. That's all it took to get me to trade the vacuum cleaner for my camera and join him on the front porch. We sat in rocking chairs angled toward the bird feeder. For more than an hour we sat and…
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