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On the Second Day of a Feminine Christmas
I once had my own Princess phone, just like the lovely lady in the photograph—those graceful little telephones with numbers that glowed softly in the dark. Back then, calling someone felt almost ceremonial.…
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On the First Day of a Feminine Christmas
Such beautiful, solemn grandeur greeting this first day of December. Readers, the short Advent weeks will hurry past us more swiftly than usual, with Thanksgiving so late this year. It leaves me wondering,…
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Longing for Beautiful Days
As winter approaches, I’ve been reading several books on weathering the harshest season with joy instead of dread. Being a winter-lover all my life, I am surprised to feel less happy and a…
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My Autumn Poem
I know my readers come from all over but here in New England, it has to be noted that we are experiencing poetic fall weather. Amidst the cerulean skies, soft breezes and unusually…
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A Tale of Two Teachers
Leave It to Beaver’s Theodore (Beaver) Cleaver attended the Grant Avenue School and was taught by the charming and always understanding Miss Landers. The TV show would flash the school whenever the scene…
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What to Do When You Need a Mother
While dusting my hallway last week, I glanced up at the large photograph on the wall of my mother as a child. “I wish you were here Mom, to give me advice”, I…
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Dresses I have Loved and Lost
An old friend sent me a photograph the other day of my mother at her mother’s second wedding. It was touching to see the new-to-me picture of my beautiful mother but when my…
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A New Place to Write
Be on the look-out… I’ve been writing A Lovely Inconsequence for over 15 years now. It has been a safe place for my musings but for a while I have felt that blogging…
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Foxgloves and July Musings
This lovely painting was done by artist Tracey Porter (you can find her work on Instagram @porterartguild). I enjoy her whimsical, colorful and feminine work. It’s always a little “off-center” – a bow…
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Shop Girl
When there was a necessary financial lull in the renovations of our large house, my husband and I thought I should find a small part-time job. I stumbled across an ad for a…
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The End of Winter
It was a very long winter. Dry days, not much snow but cold, cold, cold. The kind of cold you feel under your layers of clothing when you finally lay down under a…
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The Keys to Manderley
A recent re-read of Daphne Du Maurier’s timeless novel, Rebecca, had me scurrying to watch the three Rebecca films I like. They are the Alfred Hitchcock version from 1939, the popular 2020 movie,…