Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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My Niece Patti is in Paris!
My niece, Patti, is visiting Chelsea and her family in Paris to celebrate her father, my brother’s heavenly anniversary. When Patti was 16 years old, my brother Marty and she came to France. I met them in Paris, and then…
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The Language of Flowers
The language of flowers, do you hear their message? Strong in gentleness, faithful in their offering of beauty. Giving without asking why or how. Flowers speak a language without words, yet the message is deeply rooted in us. …
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Until Next Time
The source of the above photo and text is unknown. Connecting dot to dot, I go Up here over the bridge Life seems small, delicate, never-ending Though it is not My forever story saying goodbye and hello has such…
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Last Night
Loud and lively. With moments of silence during mouthfuls. Sincere conversation threaded through while my brothers hashed out old memories. We caught up and let go, like catching fish when the fun was being on the boat, rocking it, and going…
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Full Cup of Tea
The last cup of tea before I go Slow sips savored Steam wisps weaving the days to tomorrow. While tea leaves float, telling a story yet to be said. —- Photo by my dear friend Erika, who visited me at…
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My Mom How She Stays Fit
A reader asked me how my mom stays so young and stylish. I asked my mom, who is 88 years old, what was her secret, and she said, "I eat candy, a lot of it everyday. I only wear…