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What Would You Search For?
(Not someone but something.) A quilt that my Grandmother made me when I was maybe eight years old. It had irregular squares and rectangles in cotton and silk, but probably…
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What did you do today?
Gabriel licked the beaters. Olivia grew out of her swimsuit.
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Thirty Pounds of Roses
My cousin Linda sent me this enchanting video as it reminded her of my friend Annie and our rose jam.
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Blackberry Teardrops
Blackberries Very few this year, I stead of stained hands from blackberry juice I had more scratches than berries, and those I did pick were not plump. The handful above…
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The Invitation: Oriah Mountain Dreamer
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.…
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Husbands Who Say Yes
A group of us talked about our husbands and how they sometimes don't seem to listen; instead, they say yes to whatever we are saying and later say, "What?…
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Tender Heart, The Meaning of Life.
Gabriel was sitting on the couch, his little legs in a position I could not mimic, his hands on my knees as I told him stories of my dad. "My…
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My French Village
Before living in this French village, we lived in Marseilles; before that, we lived in Paris. Our village isn't touristic; it is over 1200 years old. …
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There is Light
« We do not get what we expect, we stumble on cracks and are faced with imperfections. Bonds are tested and tightened. and our landscape shifts…
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