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Category: Remember when…
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A high school classmate passed away this week. Becky. A friend noticed the obituary and sent it to a group of us via email. We're not sure how she died – I suspect it had something to do with her heart since donations to Go Red for Women were suggested. She was living in Italy.…
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Because of Thanksgiving, I missed posting my Friday Favorite Photo last week, so I think it's only fitting that I post one from that holiday weekend today…and since today is my oldest son's 25th birthday, I think it's only fitting that I post one of him. This was my favorite, hands down, that fit both…
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Back then it was chocolate cake, candles, games and presents. I would be stressing about having the house ready, the cake ready, the presents wrapped, enough games, food and movies to fill the time so the house wasn't destroyed by bored little boys and girls. We would have a pinata filled with candy and pray…
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When I was growing up, we didn't hang stockings – we didn't have a fireplace, for one thing, but it just wasn't part of our tradition. But I learned about stockings from Dickens and other writers, and I didn't like being left out, especially if it held the potential for more gifts, so I made…
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When the sun stepped into the Hollow this morning, it found me gazing at a reflection of the surrounding autumn-dressed trees in a nearby pond. Tickled by the wind, the pond surface rippled and the reflection wavered…still unmistakably golden trees, but altered from the original by the elements. It hit me that this was a…
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Young love, young bodies. Before pregnancy and childbirth and knee surgeries and varicose veins. Before car wrecks and hernias and headaches and heart stents. When there was… …enough money… …enough energy… …enough time for all of our dreams to come true. Man, how time flies! But, you know… Our love might not be young.…
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Tom and I headed to Pasadena yesterday to celebrate my mother's 79th birthday. This is what greeted us upon arrival at my childhood home…not a good omen… The young plumber (Ryan) assured us it wasn't a big deal though. Whew! Daddy and I watched him and chatted with him while he worked. I'm sure he…
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Please forgive me…this is pretty much a re-post from last year, except for a small, much-needed addition… My big brother Buster was headed to Viet Nam, saying his goodbyes, when I stood beside him in this photograph and smiled. I had no idea what was ahead of him. This was probably taken before…
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Years ago, my grandparents had a little cabin near Lake Medina, in the hills west of San Antonio. As you can see from this photo of Grandad on the front steps, it wasn't much to look at…and "little" is an understatement… But in my mind, a weekend at the cabin was a trip to Paradise!…
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We were the first girls' Shop class ever at Deepwater Junior High. Ever. Let me repeat: The…First…Ever. It was 1973. I was trying to recover from my first (and only) 'C' on a report card (7th grade Sewing. ugh.) and jumped on this chance to regain my dignity as well as be part of the…
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