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Category: Remember when…
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Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of. ~Benjamin Franklin I don't think I'm guilty of time-squandering. Even with my tennis shoes on, Time is outrunning me these days. Another weekend has snuck up on me and I haven't really mentioned the last one. Maybe I just…
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It seems all of my life I've been comparing myself to other girls or women; specifically, comparing body parts. Back in 5th grade, I envied the way my friend Candy's long, thin legs fit into her jeans. My legs were short and my thighs were chunky – definitely not the look I wanted! Then Donna…
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Twenty-eight years ago today, Tom and I dismissed superstition by getting married on a Friday the 13th. We were so sure of our decision, so confident of our love and our future together, that we challenged those centuries-old superstitions to a duel. Well, of course they just turned tail and ran, because they could see…
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Silence. The first few days of summer, we had conversations, but since then… now… my words drift unheard, unanswered, into the air. She sits near me… or at least she appears to be sitting there, book in hand, nose in book, but in truth, she's gone, following Ender through his futuristic world… revisiting Harry Potter……
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I'm not going to make any excuses for this draggy, Monday-blah feeling I have. It's my own fault. I know it. I'm trying to do too much, but I have no regrets, despite the lack of sleep, and I refuse to cut anything out. Yet. So this is a Monday post – kind of a…
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Last night I did something I haven't done often over the past few decades: I sang Happy Birthday to my big sister, Brenda. In person, mind you, not through the cell phone. There were presents, pizza, cake and ice cream, and most of the immediate family gathered around the kitchen table, which is about all you…
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My favorite frozen moments of this past week are these from a twilight walk down our road with Tom and the puppies last weekend. They aren't perfect photographs, but I chose them because they help me remember why we fell in love with Long Hollow. They remind me why all of the back-breaking work,…
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Summers are riding bikes to Berkshire pharmacy for ice cream cones, picking dewberries in the horse pasture, the first stars silently watching a twilight game of hide-n-seek. Summers are hours spent at Astroworld, standing in lines, screaming on rides, flirting… days spent at Camp Warnecke, tubing the Comal, playing pinball. Flirting. Summers are flying down…
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Back in 10th grade, full of Texas pride, I got into a heated argument with my boyfriend, a fresh transplant from Baraboo, Wisconsin, over the merits of our respective states. I don't think he was trying to say Wisconsin was better than Texas, only trying to describe its beauty and merits to me, but it…
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