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Category: Remember when…
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I've been trying to follow through on my vow to stop procrastinating by thinking ahead to Valentine's Day and wondering what the heck to get my Valentine? I'm running out of time! I need ideas! He'll frown on spending money, so that rules out tools and clothes. He's always complaining about my collections, my knick-knacks and mementos…
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Clutter and chaos – the catchphrase of my house and life right now. Even my to-do lists are a mess, scribbled on scraps of paper scattered all over the house and shoved to the bottom of my purse. I am on a roll of writing and house projects…but I feel like someone trying to run with…
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While blog-hopping this morning, I fell into a time warp. Jan of Jan's Daily Dish posted a link to a song she says her dad used to sing to her (with a warning that anyone under 55 might not want to click on it!)…"If I knew you were coming I'd've baked a cake…" I'm still just…
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Elvis was my first crush. There. I said it. I hesitate to broadcast it because I’m not an Elvis groupie. I’ve never been to Graceland and I don’t have his birthday marked on my calendar…in fact, I didn’t even realize he would have celebrated his 75th birthday this past week until CBS Sunday Morning featured some…
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A song came on the radio this afternoon – one I'd never heard before. I was punching buttons and this line jumped out at me from a country/western station…"I feel like 17 when I'm in my hometown…" Well, I'm not even sure that was the line, but it was something similar and it made me think…
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My parents are sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, just as they did so many mornings of my childhood. They're discussing the news with Tom, who is keeping one eye on a brisket smoking on the grill just outside the backdoor. Each time he heads in or out to check on it, I get…
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Last night Tom and I fell asleep with the sound of voices in our ears…the rare sound of young voices just outside our bedroom door fighting to be heard in their eagerness to share stories, peppered with shouts, gasps and laughs. It's been months since we've had anything but silence in our ears as we…
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This will not be a 'big' Christmas for us, as in piles of wrapped gifts under the tree. We're already buried under college loans and (yes, I hate to admit it) credit card debt….all those family trips and Fiftieth Birthday get-togethers are catching up with us, I guess. No need to bury ourselves any further with gifts we don't need.…
Long Hollow 