Month: February 2008
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A Journey
French Husband and the children, the little bit of France that has been with me while in California, leave for France on Sunday. It will feel strange to be here without them… In the twenty years that I have lived…
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Country Road take me Home
Driving from my childhood home to the hospital takes about 4O minutes. Some say they can do the drive in 3O minutes but I haven't mastered that kind of record since I was in my 2Os. The ride is pure…
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Button Jar
Taking a button she crocheted around it in blue and added a tiny gold bird… then she tossed it into the button jar and left it up in the attic. As she walked down…
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My Mother’s Garden
My Mother’s garden allows one to breath in and feel the certainty of its roots. It doesn’t pretend to be pretty only in springtime. No no no, instead it shows its beauty in each season. A wise lady my Mother…
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Sweet Angels
It seems to me there is love thick enough to cut these days. I think the angels are working over time… angels overhead, angels in the corner, angels at our side, angels upstairs and downstairs. Love abound, scooping us up…
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Baking Cookies and Healing
My Mother loves to bake, it is one of the things she does best. As far back as I can remember the kitchen counter had a plate or two of cookies on it. When I recall my childhood home a…