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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…
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My Yellow House
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after…they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water and altered the color of my mind.” ~ Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights…
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On Towels…
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers…~William Wordsworth A friend came to visit last weekend and loved my blue beach towels. They…
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Soda Fountain Stories
He is clearly smitten with her as she sips from his soda glass. I love her tartan dress which I imagine to be blue and I’ll bet the bow wrapped around her ponytail…
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True North
“But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life – no true home – nothing to be dearer to me than myself?” ~ Charlotte Brontë, Villette Thanks to a good friend, I found out…
