Tag: a writers life
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On Friday’s
A few months ago, when they first became available, I purchased a cherry tomato plant. It’s done well, but I feel sorry for it because it hasn’t had a chance to mass produce. Every time a tomato turns red, I pluck it from the vine, wipe it with my shirt and eat it. I’ve been…
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Everything I Need
This morning I woke up thinking, “I miss walking the hood in the mornings”. Then, through my kitchen window, I saw a woman who I haven’t seen walking before, but I recognized the dog that was with her and knew exactly where she lived. Winnie and Denver were barking at the dog through another window.…
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Lovely
It’s been an odd week. I’ve been disappointed by people, but then others showed up to fill in the gaps of disappointment. As long as we just keep doing the next right thing, it all has a weird way of working itself out, but patience is a must. I want to share how the story…
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Farmer Meets Fixer
This week, I was talking with my daughter and we were whining about the arrival of heat and humidity in Texas. I don’t complain often, but when I do it’s to my daughter because she’ll make me laugh about it, or she’ll straighten me out. I didn’t venture outside much in May and when June…
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The Long Run
Today is trash day and there’s a rug folded up in the trash bin that has been with me since I lived in Florida some 30 years ago. I really didn’t see that coming. I find it highly amusing when a minor catastrophe can refine your life for the better. Last week, both dogs had…
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Fountain of Wisdom
His back door opens earlier than the normal 10:00am. Occasionally it opens as early as 8:00 am and you can find him standing on his deck, holding the side rail as if assessing the new day. I smile seeing him standing outside this early. I don’t worry about Mr. Mike anymore because he let a…
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Sanctuary
When my daughter came to visit she walked in the door and asked, “What’s that’s smell?”, but she meant it in a good way. The house smells different on any given day depending on how I live, so I couldn’t really pinpoint it for her. There was a Voluspa candle burning, but there was also…
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Let Life Flow
My daughter and her boyfriend came to visit and we spent the entire afternoon together. A year ago, or even less, I would have planned a feast with some of their favorite foods, but it was kind of spur of the moment and all I had was a fridge full of vegetables, so I decided…
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Prepare the Mind
I learned quickly that the homemade hummus doesn’t stay fresh nearly as long as store bought because there’s no preservatives. I cut the recipe in half to make a smaller batch that could be eaten within 3 to 5 days and I’m still enjoying my morning smoothie and the occasional London Fog. Last Wednesday, I…
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A Life of Whimsy
The other day, I let little Stephanie step into my home. She wanted to borrow some cocoa for brownies, so I walked over to the pantry leaving the front door open and she came inside. I watched as her eyes danced around, taking it all in. The next day, she came over again, but this…
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The Little Guy
Since posting about letting my hair grow, Dwight, over at Faded Jeans Living and I have been sending each other Marco Polos each week. It’s fun as we encourage one another and we laugh together over our own missteps, or at each other! Recently, he was picking on me for calling my new Internet modem,…
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Walk Alongside Them
It’s late afternoon/early evening as I clear a space to start this post. The title came to me while driving to a hair appointment, so if you’re ever stuck…take a drive. I’m still haunted by a woman I met over the weekend. She was sitting at a picnic table outside of the local Texaco in…
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Try It For Ourselves
After receiving the bag of coffee from my neighbor, I thought seriously about giving it back. I even sat down and wrote him a note saying, “Thank you, Ben, but I don’t drink coffee anymore.” That just seemed rude, so the next time I saw him I thanked him for thinking of me. I’ll find…
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Faith Like Wildflowers
I’m still enjoying ironing, but I may have become overly ambitious. I bought a pair of cargo pants made from an almost silky fabric, so they’re very flowy, but the pockets…my gosh…caused flashbacks of the red, ruffled shirt mentioned here. I ironed them, but afterwards thought…you might be visiting the cleaners. At this stage of…
