Opening Up

Last weekend we tore up the floor in an upper bedroom.  Truthfully, I didn’t actually do the tearing up… I just did the odd jobs, clean-up, took pictures and kept the coffee going. We’ve owned that house for 23 years.  For 23 years my husband said “I will tear up that floor and find out …

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My Big Ball of Smarts

I've learned a great deal unpacking boxes of stuff. It turns out I collect a lot of paper.  I have a wide variety of child's art, report cards and letters home from basic training. Papers touched, decorated and written on by my sons were causing me stress.  I couldn't bare to throw them away even tho my …

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The best kind of meal….

Our old house languishes two hours north of us... the rooms almost empty, the workshop a mess... waiting for coats of paint and new floors and its new occupants to enter in. So Doug and I trek there and begin our weekly list of chores. Then a son and daughter-in-law arrive, then two more, then …

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No. No it WAS NOT that easy

I stepped into the garage a couple days ago and this box caught my eye.  It made me laugh.  There have been days it made me cry... but I think I've moved on to a better place. When you step back and take a broader look, there was nothing remotely easy about getting here. .... and another …

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Do They Know… I pray?

This morning Andrew left for three weeks of advanced military training.  He's only flying to the middle of America.  It's not like he's flying into the middle of war, but still... I pray and watch the clock and hope I might get a text that all is well... eventually.  I wonder if he feels those prayers? When …

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On Boots ‘n’ Pooh ‘n’ Writing

I've had a problem getting words on paper lately.  It's been a problem for a while actually... started last October when my life changed so dramatically. My bossy inner critic keeps telling me I have nothing to say - to just keep quiet.  The word police have arrested me.... "you can't say that".  So in the effort to push …

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