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Life in the ’20s
Taking a second to plug what I wrote a few years ago, Edith, Emma and Me. From time to time I think about self-publishing it on Amazon, or reworking it as a long essay with a bit of a different focus. I also have thought about writing something fictional based on some of what I…
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Maybe I’m Not Mad Anymore?
I think some of the anger that’s been propelling me along these past couple months has fizzled out. Maybe it’s harder to be angry when the weather is nice and everything’s green. Maybe I just couldn’t stay mad forever. I still think the president is a malevolent moron and I’m worried about the rest of…
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Firsts of the Season
This was a beautiful weekend from start to finish. Yesterday, Tom and I took Rocco to Timber Creek dog park and got our steps in. It was a little breezy, in the 70s, and sunny. Back at home, T. and I sat down and knocked out some of our college-related tasks: filling out forms, watching…
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Birthday Wish Granted
My birthday weekend has turned out to be amazing! I came home from work on Friday (my birthday) to find that my garden fence was complete with a working, locking gate! It’s hard to express how happy this little space makes me. When I sit inside there, I feel like all is right with the…
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It’s Gonna Be May
Busy weekend! Friend time, family time, garden time! I needed it after a crazy and hectic week at work. Yesterday I hung out with two friends for hours catching up. Pedicures were part of the itinerary. No guilt here, I haven’t spent money on myself in forever! Before that, I did some pine needle gathering…
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Ordinary Time
My daughter was telling me how she was learning about Semana Santa (Holy Week in Spain) at school. This left me pondering how eventful Holy Week was when I was a kid, growing up Catholic. The big countdown to Easter, full of drama. Easter, the biggest day on the Church’s calendar, forget about Christmas. The…
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April Is Busting Out All Over
Spring! It feels like a gift every year. Every winter I get used to winter. I put my pajamas on at 7 pm; I remember to wear a hat. I cook hot, filling meals. And I get to like it. Then the days lengthen, certain birds start singing again. A day comes when you can…
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Plant Potluck
Thursday night I went to a seed swap in town that also featured a talk by the owner of Front Yard Food, a local guy who grows food and builds and maintains garden beds for others. I learned so much! He basically spoke about permaculture, but in a way that was understandable and that seemed…