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Category: Remember when…
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My middle son turned 27 today. My "baby" turned 24 this summer and my oldest will be 30 in December. Yikes! I can only imagine how my mom feels, knowing her baby (me) is 56. But I can see in her eyes when she looks at me, even though our roles are somewhat reversed…
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My Daddy's been gone two years now, so it's truly a blessing that I can still see him in my mind, alive and well, with eyes twinkling. Even now, I turn to him in tough times and hear his voice encouraging me. Photographs and blog posts help keep his memory fresh. I've spent the…
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So, house, we love thee, as we could not loveA palace wherein no pulse of love had struck,Where farewells had not been—and whereNo busy memories haunt the vacant rooms.~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "A Home" I'm nearing the end of this summer's journey of clearing out my parents' home. My childhood home. …
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Once upon a time, I was a soccer mom, sweating or freezing on the sidelines, gripping the arms of my collapsible chair, or pacing up and down, trying my best to bite my tongue, when I couldn't sit still. And then TG joined the Cosmos, and Coach Christine took all of my angst onto her…
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Thirty-three years. That's officially how long Tom and I have been married as of this evening, around 6 or 7 pm. And they said you couldn't find lasting love in a bar… …No more looking for love in all the wrong placesLooking for love in too many facesSearching your eyes, looking for tracesOf what..…
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An older sister is a friend and defender – a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too. ~Pam Brown For a few years, my sister and I shared the small room above. It was painted a pale purple at the time. It was in this room that I remember…
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Baby girls twirl into your life a sweet pink rush of kisses and hugs and giggles, petticoats and tiaras, soccer cleats and mudpies, baby dolls and bicycles, makeup and skinned knees, spitfire and swallowed tears. They're a wonder to behold, an ever-changing blessing. ~ me Today my baby turned 24…
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"Every goodbye is a new beginning." ~ me (and probably a bunch of other people) This afternoon I said goodbye to an old friend: my grandmother's piano. A friend from high school bought it for her granddaughter. She met me at my parents' home today and I helped her load it onto a trailer. (A…
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