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The Journey From Now To Not Yet
I know where I want to go. It’s whether or not I’ll make it that I can’t guarantee. I’m a woman of many words. I fill journals quickly and have run out of places to store them. They’ve spilled over into John’s space–not good. For years I’ve wanted to use those words to write books.…
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Fuzzy Lenses Make It Hard To See
I don’t think about how I see things. I just look. I traveled to Chicago with my husband to celebrate Mom’s life with a memorial that family and friends could share in. A time of fun memories and sad realities that make up each of our lives. Mom was no exception. It was a grey,…
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Ashes and Dust
It’s hard to imagine someone’s life reduced to a box the size of a loaf of bread. Mom made her wishes known–she wanted to be cremated. It’s what she’d chosen to do with Dad, and it made more sense to her than buying a plot. This isn’t an argument I will pursue. Some believe a…
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Where’s The Love?
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Who knew? I’ve been a bit preoccupied with other things: Mom’s passing, the birth of a couple of grandsons, life that doesn’t slow down at my request. Legitimate reasons. I’ve never, to my knowledge, forgotten a holiday. Granted this isn’t one of my favorites. It’s not as unlikeable as Halloween, but…
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I’m Gonna Wash That Pain Right Out Of My Heart
It’s been a heck of a couple of weeks. We’ve been gone a lot, for a variety of reasons. Things around the house didn’t get done. Cleaning–that tawdry-toilet syndrome that comes from neglected focus; refrigerator surprise–the green things that were never meant to be green; trash–the stuff that didn’t get taken to the curb that…
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