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Lessons in Botany
Some dresses you never forget. One of mine, a white pique I wore in the third grade is with me still. I remember this dress partly because it was my spring dress the…
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Ten Thousand Joys
So many times I’ve tried to write a blog post only to find I don’t have any words for you, dear readers. I want so much to tell you about the return of…
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Mine is the Sunlight
Our funny hippie bus driver in high school played his radio on our long rides to school. In the spring, he cranked up “morning” songs for us, such as Cat Steven’s “Morning Has…
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What We Have in the House
“We’ll use what we have in the house”, my grandmother told me when I asked about wrapping a small birthday present for my mother. A few hours later with her help, I had…
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Last Will and Testament
My mother was a booklover and never without a volume on her aproned lap when she waited for the Sunday roast to finish cooking. Books, magazines, newspapers, even pamphlets overflowed every flat surface…
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Just Before Bed
Long ago, I tripped upon a book while browsing in a bookshop on a dark wet December night. I was lucky my best babysitter was available to give me two blissful hours alone…
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Dear Void
Before work yesterday, I ran into Home Goods to buy a box of the most exquisite cream-colored candles that I’ve seen in years. As usual, I created an extra errand because when I…
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Her Ring
He came bearing three rings. And then asked which one I liked. All had diamonds but surprisingly, I was most drawn to the sculptured platinum one with two even rows of sparkle. It…
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Beauty Ceremonials for Winter
I never thought I looked good in winter. Without a summer tan, I felt my beauty was blurred and devoid of color and life. Now I no longer tan so I am rather…
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After the Storm
We are having an awful lot of weather these days. ~ Jane Austen I clearly recall a school weather assignment I had in the fourth grade. It was my first special project to…
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On the Twelfth Day of a Feminine Christmas
I just couldn’t pass up this sweet little miss to represent my twelfth Christmas post to you. Her image depicts a lovely Christmas purity. Clearly the illustration is idealized but one simply cannot…
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On the Eleventh Day of a Feminine Christmas
These two women are clearly from the Homefront. That is a place that endlessly intrigues me, especially during Christmastime. There were just four Christmases during WWII and the specialness of the holiday was…
