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Category: Worth Quoting
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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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Candles flicker, casting shadows. The lights are dimmed and I sit near the back, watching the flames. It's quiet – so quiet I hear the ringing in my ears over the distant sounds of cars passing the church. I almost talked myself into just staying home. I feel so tired … what if I fall…
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I knew baby ducks followed their mamas all in a line, but…baby flowers? I took the dog and bird for a walk after work again today; it was just too perfect to go inside. I noticed this flower and its babies, all in a row, and had to run back for my camera…
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I'm whooped. Overwhelmed. Plumb tuckered out, chopped up, and stir-fried. Kids, dog, future dog, bird, house, land, job(s), writing, projects, money, me, husband, parents, siblings and kids, cousins, friends, etc….plus the maintenance and upkeep of every single one (this includes phone calls, emails, prayers, and just plain remembering…) It's all spinning, spinning, spinning in my…
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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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It's a darling place, my son's girlfriend Kirby's first apartment. The wooden floor and vintage telephone niche give its age away, but it has held up better than most 50+-year-olds I know. Yes, it's obvious it's had a little "work" done…some nips and tucks and new cabinets…but nothing outlandish, fake or too youthful. Hubby Tom and I got…
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It's Father's Day morning, 2009, and he rises early, happy, eager to spend the day with his three kids. His oldest son, now a young adult, is asleep on the couch downstairs; he spent the night just so he could attend church with his Dad. The man goes downstairs to wake his son…seconds later he feels the shattering of his heart,…
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My arms are speckled red with scratches and small bumps, and a band-aid comforts a blister at the crook of my thumb, despite the gloves I wore to protect my hands. The irresistible sunshine convinced me to ignore my 'inside' work and, instead, grab a rake and get back to clearing a field where I envision a…
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The sun was already blinding me by the time I headed out to walk the critters this morning – how did it get so late? To save time, I decided we would run! We could all use the exercise; Max is only a puppy in his mind, now – his body is middle-aged thick - and…
Long Hollow 