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Category: Remember when…
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Jim called himself an Indian, not a Native American. He was born and raised in Oklahoma, but for the life of me I can't remember what tribe's blood ran through his veins. His skin was dark like oiled leather, his black hair untouched by gray despite the thirty year difference in our ages. I…
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When Belle first peered through the French doors at me this morning, eager for our walk, the Hollow was still dark and blanketed in fog. It was beautiful but eerie … the new sunlight created a world of gray. Silhouettes of trees were specters lining the back ridge. The fog had begun to lift by…
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Dear Miss Belle, It's hard for me to imagine now, watching you run down the road in front of me in that funny way you have, where your rear-end flies up higher than your head, that I ever debated the puppy question at all. When I see Max's face light up at the sight of…
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Today I have baked blueberry muffins, taken the puppies for a long walk, snapped tons of photos (and learned a little more about my camera), made a huge dent in the laundry, grocery-shopped, answered several emails and even fit in an hour-long work-out … so why do I feel I haven't accomplished anything? It's like…
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What I love about blogging is being able to scroll through my past weeks, months, years, refreshing my tired memory on the details of my life. What annoys me about blogging is finding discrepancies and contradictions in my own words. Yesterday, out of curiosity, I glanced at my entries for January 2010. To my surprise, I actually made…
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I sit in a corner of Mam-ma's bedroom in front of the piano, fingers splayed in position, tapping out the notes I'm reading from my Lesson Book. Or my sister's – I liked her music more than mine. The piano is an upright, with old family photos displayed on top that distract me. There's one…
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I had to go to a meeting tonight. In another life, I had at least one meeting almost every night of the week, and sometimes during the day. Meetings go hand-in-hand with volunteering, and I was pretty much a professional volunteer and community busy-body… There were PTA meetings, PTA officer meetings, Room Parent meetings, Site-Based…
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It's been a morning of sadness for me. A morning for shedding tears. Several emails waited quietly in line to inform me that a friend from my DuPont days was killed over the weekend. Roger wasn't one of my closest friends out there – I'm not sure if we ever even worked the same shift,…
Long Hollow 