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Lemon Pasta
When life throws you a lemon catch it. In a saute pan swirl chopped garlic and walnuts. Which will give them a chance to share perfumed notes with one another.…
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The Fast Track and the Sleepy Head
Anyone who knows me knows I fall asleep at the wheel. Driving to the airport from my home and back is not something I could do without pulling over a…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Charlie Bit my Finger
Over six million people cannot be wrong. A sweet infectious laughter is spreading around the world. Take a bite here. ———————————- Photos: My nephew who was a newborn last summer.
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Water and Seeds
Amongst the flowers that fade there is a spirit that does not grow pale, reborn season after season, tangible and fragrant. Reminding us that…
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