Tag: mothers and daughters
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The Ugliest Pillow in the World
I can only hope someone taught you how to make your bed. It may sound insignificant, but it matters. When night arrives and it’s time to remove all of the throw pillows and pull the covers back to slip into bed, it just feels like a day well lived. I also hope someone taught you…
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Make the Effort
I bought a Google Home Speaker by Nest and Gemini is supposed to help keep me on track with my writing. Together, we set up a weekly writing schedule and this morning he was supposed to notify me when it was time to write. He told me I had a notification, but wouldn’t tell me…
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The Art of Ironing
It’s almost the time of year to swap the winter robe for my gauzy writing robe and I love the feel of this robe. It’s made by Honest Cotton and when walking, it floats along with you. I’ve worn it for years, so it’s thinning in the elbows from writing. When I was 18, I…
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An Audience of One
One of the keys in life, for me anyway, is to stay open to change. Otherwise, we live similar years and call it a life. My life changed when my daughter moved out to start her own life, but it took time to realize how much her absence would effect my everyday. She came to…
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A Place to Land
Julia Cameron says, “You don’t have to be in the ‘mood’ to write…just write.” I know there are words that want to be written, but they seem far away. Living solo it’s easy to slip into these quiet phases, but for a writer it can also be dangerous. There’s a stack of cards by Sacred…
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Remember to Laugh
I’ve noticed since living solo that I wasn’t laughing nearly as often as I used to. I have a boisterous laugh which has embarrassed my daughter her entire life. Now that she’s an adult, she will laugh simply by hearing it. I met her for brunch and she excused herself to go to the bathroom.…
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Legacy
In October, my daughter and her boyfriend came for a visit on my birthday. It was so good to see them because since they live near Austin, I don’t drive to see them often. My daughter always spends the first few minutes of every visit, walking through the house eyeing the familiar things that have…
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Never
The wind subsided, but a crash of thunder caused me to sit straight up in bed. My daughter says that living in this house nestled underneath massive oak trees during high winds has scarred me for life and she’s not wrong. I’ve seen what wind can do and living here has instilled an enormous respect…
