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A Boy’s Love
As many of you know my French husband loves to do wild things. He loves to dangle like a worm from cliffs, gets a thrill out of speleology, (dropping 300+…
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I have been asked…”Don’t you miss your husband?”
Yes, I do, I do, I do.
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Small Things
Small Things… the weave on a basket, the knots behind a tapestry, the dust bunny’s graceful dance when one walks by. Small Feat… the first…
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Running with the Bull
My brother was 4 and I was 6 when we went out to the field, behind my Father’s barn, to tease the bull. The bull was one mean machine with…
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Loving Spoonfuls
…Opening the drawer in my Mother’s kitchen, I found the measuring spoons that have added a little of…
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Hummingbird
Sitting still sat the hummingbird. The seconds added slowly, I grabbed my camera anxiously, not wanting to miss it. Calmly and well poised on the…
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Faith
Faith is knowing that there is light on the other side of darkness. photo: A curtain made out of a vintage tablecloth.
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Sunshine, Starlight.
The setting sun dressed up like a star. I opened up my arms, as wide as the rays and proclaimed, "You are, you are,…
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Summer Fun
I grew up on a farm. Where cows, cousins and rice ruled the day. Summertime meant watermelon, swimming in the ditch, and…
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A simple gesture of unmeasured kindness.
My son Sacha asked, "Mom how will I know when to turn the other cheek, or to grab the person’s hand and say no." photo: Cast iron hands used for…
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