Two Eggs, Toast and Coffee Cliff

Doug and I don’t get much couple time anymore… unless you count TV after dinner… until one of us conks out… and that would be him. Sometimes I arrange for a caregiver on Saturdays.  Typically we’ll spend that day working on the never-ending projects at our old house.  And that’s OK with me.  It’s a day together.  I appreciate …

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Connections ~ Wirelessly Delivered to the Heart

Last week I wrote of the recent road trip to visit family.  One evening I joined my parents, sister and niece for dinner at a favorite Mexican restaurant in downtown Auburn.  It’s right close by the old gold miner.   And it was the last place I ever took my grandparents before Papa died. The place had …

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Late Bloomer, Slow Learner

I am the square in "fair and square"… I get the joke 5 minutes after everyone has left the building… oblivious to Downton Abbey for two seasons, I am now hopelessly addicted. It also takes me awhile to work thru things, like… …mourning for family togetherness experienced last Christmas ~ ~ extended its unwelcome stay into February, …now that we are …

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31 Days of Aging Grace ~ The Grace To Die Well

We entered ICU and his eyes lit up like always when he sees someone he loves... which is just about everybody. My husband, two youngest and myself, each had a moment with him... a hug... a few words. The nurse told us he'd been in and out of delirium.  Not to expect much.  But he seemed totally present …

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A Perspective on Coming and Going

Grandsons in the morning before school.... "but I don't want you to go" "I'm sorry buddy, but I have to go to school" "but why" "because I have to learn" "about your letters and the alphabet?" "yeah" ...meanwhile... an hour away on the other side of town.... another grandson leaves for his very first day of Kindergarten... …

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The best thing I learned this summer

As my husband might say, “I have a case of the fall-a-parts”. Things have been breaking loose, you know... a summer of being undone. The last couple months have been full of things I've never experienced before... - cancelled a very important trip for an emergency tooth extraction - lost all my credit cards and didn't …

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Showing Up… for 43 years

Forty-three years ago today, I put on the dress my mother made and went to church. I hoped you would be there. Well, actually, I knew you would be... it was just a matter of when.  Because of, you know... that little time management thingy you've got going on 🙂 But you were not only there... you …

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Using my Laser Vision

For a couple weeks now, a picture has been floating in my head… this little boy, red boots, red jacket, green hat… standing on the edge of a frozen highway… alone. It’s one of those life snapshots I’ll never forget.  The picture, the sounds, the circumstances are as real to me this moment as they …

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Love’s new definition

The other team had color-coordinated everything... and classy coolers full of ridiculously healthy snacks. Our team at least had matching red jerseys (kind of), juice boxes and homemade cookies... plus a lot of spunk. The other team had cute, little girl cheerleaders. Our team had two scrappy boys who decided to cheer-lead for their brother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I love that my sons stick up for each other.  They'd …

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How I Can Look Like A Rusty Tractor

The man has a knack for spotting old things stuck in the bushes… along a road… in someone’s driveway… out in the middle of no-where. He catches a glimpse... of a headlight, a tail light amongst the branches, a rusty fender… and more often than not it ends up in our yard. Last weekend’s acquisition is …

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