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On the Second Day of a Feminine Christmas
Aren’t they darling? I imagine they are walking home from a candlelit service at church. Perhaps he, as the Mister, is picking her up and found her waiting under the glowing lamp light,…
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On the First Day of a Feminine Christmas
I love the drama of this woman’s Christmas coat. I imagine she is stopping by a friend’s house Christmas Eve afternoon to drop off her wrapped package and have a glass of sherry…
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Tales of November
Wild is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods. ~ William Wordsworth I love this sweet scene of a young mother reading to her children before a warming fire. And I…
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Cold Comfort Charms
She made a promise to herself to keep her own well-being sacred. ~ A friend passed along that quote to me recently and I’ve been keeping it under my pillow ever since. It…
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She Shred
It all started with a seemingly innocuous idea… Tired of the lack of closet space in my small home, I asked a friend if I could borrow his paper shredder. I had known…
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A Story of Tea Cups
As my grandmother climbed into her 80’s, I think she recognized that time was winding down. And though it hurts to remember, I wasn’t too surprised the day she announced, “Your grandfather and…
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On the Eve of A Birthday
Tomorrow is my birthday. Again. They sure do come fast and furious now – like contractions. And yet, I still get a little secret thrill from them although I would not admit that…
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An Heiress’ Perfume
I hadn’t tried L’Air du Temps in a long time. Even though it is considered a classic fragrance, it’s always been a loyal drugstore brand although I haven’t seen it at my local…
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The Scents of Fall
I switch my light summer fragrances to those with warmer accords when the air turns cool in September. More often than not, the perfume I reach for on chilly mornings is Chanel No.…
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Summer’s Final Bow
My town has the most charming ice cream shop. It’s painted in sherbet colors and has a rick-rack of gingerbread trim. I don’t indulge every day but enough to know the owners who…
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Paradise
“I can’t stop thinking about Hawaii”, I told my son-in-law a month ago. “Oh you’ll be thinking about it a lot more when you come back”, he warned… I’ve been missing a special…
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Find One Hundred Ways
I have always loved Quincy Jones’ song (sung by James Ingram), One Hundred Ways. The lyrics stole my heart years ago because, by God, they are true. If it’s violins she loves…well, let…