Tag: past
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Hope Tree Farm
Dr. Jason wants me to sweat. Living in Texas, you don’t have to do much to work up a sweat, but I do enjoy sweating while working in the yard. A couple of my workouts are 45 minutes long, so I sweat, but it’s different than working outside. My friend, Dwight, over at Faded Jeans…
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A Peaceful Life
We signed the lease for this little house mid-December 2017, at the very end of my Breast Cancer journey. It was a space for healing and almost a decade later, it still is. In 30 years time, I lived in 13 different houses. During my marriage a move was always related to my husbands job,…
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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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Cathedral of Calm
I opened the front door and stood in the doorway, breathing in the remnants of our early morning rain. The thunder didn’t awaken me at 5am…it was Denver standing at the front of the house, whimpering that pulled me from my slumber. A mother’s radar is always on, even with four-legged children. Slipping my feet…
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Full of Stories
I was standing in front of the double windows of my writing room peering through the glass and into the foggy morning. It was dark, so I reached down to retrieve the box of matches, pulled one out, struck it against the piece of sandpaper on the side of the box and lit a candle…
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The Cardinal Show
I sat down in front of my vintage typewriter, inserted a piece of paper, slid the power button to on and listened to the familiar hum. My hands resting atop the keys, I could feel the power in it’s vibration anticipating a story, but what started out delightful turned into agony about halfway through, so…
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Mums and Pansies
I never imagined that something I love so much, such as a flower could spark so many painful memories, but every fall I avoid them like the plague. I haven’t picked up a pansy or planted any in my yard in over a decade because they were too painful to look at, until now. I’ve…
