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Category: Remember when…
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There's an element of ritual in my morning walk, a set of events that have a rhythm I've come to expect, and I guess, take for granted. The beat might vary a bit on any given day, but it's essentially the same … I step out the front door. Max and Belle are lying there,…
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Music takes me by the hand and leads me places. Most of the time I enjoy the journey but sometimes a song will take me to a place or time I’ve tried to forget. Yesterday morning I settled in at my drums for my one-song-a-day ritual. Earplugs in place, I pushed the button on my…
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Another birthday has rolled around somehow. Fifty-one just seems anti-climatic, doesn't it? Not nearly as exciting as fifty, but still just as unreal. Age really is just a number … now I understand. For years I've taken my Birthday-Day off to spend as I please, a gift for myself. Tom often takes the day off,…
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Chores, lists, bills, a book, all waiting for me, starving for attention, calling my name like a bunch of squabbling kids as soon as I step through the door. I ignore them – I'm getting good at that. Actually, I think I've always been good at that. Instead, I call the…
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A familiar rumbling, snorting, clanking…a glimpse of John Deere yellow through the trees…and yep, there it is, our old friend coming around the bend and up to the house. How long has it been away from home? 3 years? 5? It was a bittersweet homecoming for our beloved backhoe yesterday, though. We have plenty of…
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Bridget Shallue was just 52, barely older than I am now and already a widow, when she said goodbye to Ireland in 1852 with her grown children…chased away by the potato famine, I'm sure. If she ever returned, it isn't mentioned in the family lore. Accompanied by two daughters and two sons, Bridget arrived…
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I enjoy cleaning days because it makes me stop and look at things I normally walk past, glaze-eyed; I rediscover things I've forgotten, things that are sentimental, things that I just enjoy looking at, thinking about… (The dangerous part about cleaning days, though, is that I have a split personality – one half collects things,…
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It's Spring Break. There's no such thing as routine anymore. My drums will gather dust. Lately I've been stealing a few minutes from each morning to bang around on them before leaving for work – just one song a day from my "new to me" Mp3 player, still loaded with my daughter's playlist. Right now…
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I heard about this last week…a mom near Dallas, Texas came home from dropping her son off at daycare to find two men robbing her house! She used her SUV to block them until the police arrived. I've been burglarized twice in my life – both times in the middle of the day – and…
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I refuse to complain about how tired I am. I could already be in bed if I really wanted to be, but instead, I chose to upload and edit the pictures from this past weekend and then tell you all about it. It was a fabulous weekend…but an exhausting one, as well. Husband Tom and…
Long Hollow 