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Category: Remember when…
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1. Our property is dotted with small iron crosses, marking the resting places of so many precious furry or feathered or scaly loved ones we've been blessed to know. I miss them all. The one above is Charly's and Frankie's. 2. I will never get rich monetarily through my blog, but the…
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"I think in terms of the day's resolutions, not the year's." ~Henry Moore I recently came across a photo of myself taken on one of my girls' weekends in Port Aransas several years ago. I was standing by the rail of the ferry crossing to the island, flanked by two friends. But at…
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It was Peter Noone's voice I first fell in love with. My six-year-old heart broke for him when he sang to Mrs. Brown about her lovely daughter. "Wait for me, Peter," I told the radio, "I'll never break your heart like that." I still can't resist a British accent. Imagine my excitement the…
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Think about your life. If you found a way to go back in time to some point in it, would you try to change anything? Would you take advantage of the chance for a do-over? Perhaps swallow some angry words you've always wished you could take back? Or would you leave things just as…
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My dad is still in the hospital following his little stroke earlier this week, but he's stable and should be able to go home tomorrow. However, considering his health history and his stubborn determination to no longer follow the heart/diabetic healthy diet he's followed for a couple of decades, I doubt this is the…
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A thick blanket of fog settled on the Hollow every morning earlier this week. Heading out on my walks, I could only see a few steps ahead before the fog obscured the path. Isn't that the perfect metaphor for life, that our paths are hidden, clouded by so many unknowns? And yet we know…
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…glitters with innocence and paper plate angels. It wears a garland of memories of young love and first Christmases, and droops with the weight of salt dough snowmen, whimsy, friendship, and love. small stone #18 It's time to say goodbye. I've spent most of the evening tucking red and green back into big cardboard boxes.…
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I can't believe it. I surprised my friend Darla with a Diva gathering in her honor at my house this past weekend. Ten women who graduated from high school with us piled into my house for a slumber party, one even driving from Louisiana to be here. Many more who couldn't attend still donated…
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I fell in love with this china and crystal soon after I fell in love with Tom, back in the days when brides-to-be always registered for beautiful table settings that would probably spend more time in a china cabinet than gracing a table. Even though I can count on one hand the number of…
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TG sits near me watching Rush Hour 2. I've been listening while editing photos from the past week, laughing because I've watched it with her often enough to see the scenes in my mind. The Christmas tree sparkles between us. I won't take it down for a couple of weeks. That's when the Christmas season…
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