Tag Archives: grief

Do-Over

It was a wild, busy day, but I felt like nothing happened, like I got nothing done. I don’t know why I felt that way except that I have been experiencing a lot of grief lately. The thought of people … Continue reading

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Change

My feelings about being in my mother’s house changed this last trip. I don’t know if it is because the house is beginning to resemble the home I remember from my and my children’s childhood, inviting and pretty and not … Continue reading

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Happy St. Pat’s

Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Sadly, there is no sparkly green parade in our town this year. Though this picture from Penny’s portfolio was unfinished, it’s all there. One of my children’s in-laws has recently been moved to Hospice. My first … Continue reading

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A Stranger in My Home

The list of things I need and want to do keeps getting longer and I am functioning at ‘molasses in January’ speed. This isn’t working out. I have a bathroom project, taxes, writing, yard work, a book project for my … Continue reading

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Home

At my recent book signing, a little girl came through the front door of the store and her eyes grew big and round. In a loud voice, she yelled out, “A book!” Her mother quickly tried to shush her, but … Continue reading

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Letters

A blog. Oh yes, I blog. That means I have to write something. Shucks folks, I don’t know what to write about. I bought Christmas cards today. Actually, I had decided I wasn’t going to send cards this year, and … Continue reading

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The Holidays

The tree is up and decorated. The snow village is on the hutch and lit. The wind is howling outside like it has somewhere important to go. My granddaughter and I are watching a Christmas movie, the first of many … Continue reading

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