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Help from the Shelf
Long ago, I clipped a quote from an article about Joan Didion. She told the journalist that when she was small and upset by something that happened in school, her parents would tell…
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The Big Tease
Lace is a big tease – it both provokes and conceals. The women above are all “laced up” but they’re not telling any secrets…except to each other. Today’s lace is different – it’s…
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Lyrical March
I came home yesterday with 4 petite rose-colored calla lilies and some long stalks of irises. They look so pretty in my etched crystal pitcher. I want to think that they are harbingers…
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There Be Dragons
Dear Readers, you may know that I do not write for a living. At least not all my living. My style writing and other contributions, paid writing, etc. have never filled the coffers…
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The Three Graces
Recently, I received a text from my first childhood friend which accompanied the picture above. “I saw this at the Smithsonian today and thought of us”, was all she wrote. The mystical soft…
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A Mute and Elegant Testimony
My pretty mother wore a grey vertical striped shirtwaist dress the day she brought my little brother home from the hospital. As she knelt in front of us with her tender white bundle,…
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In January – The Things I Didn’t Write
There are so many things I wanted to write about in January. I really wanted to tell you about the quintessential snowy New England weekend I spent many years ago at a old…
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Bird On A Wire
Ever since I visited the Warner House in Portsmouth, New Hampshire a few years back and saw the evocative portrait of Polly Warner, I’ve been intrigued with 18th and 19th century paintings of…
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The Color Inside My World
Yesterday the color was snow. White and pristine, missing at Christmas but present for my daughter’s birthday on Epiphany, another holy day. We took the train to Boston along with my sister in…
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A Crystalline January
“Your holiday guests have departed and the house at last, is still. A piano sonata is gently tinkling from the stereo and the fragrance of flowers fills the air. A fire simmers in…
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A Sister’s New Year
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language; And next year’s words await another voice; And to make an end is to make a beginning… T.S. Eliot ~ The new year beckoned…
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On the Twelfth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This young woman reminds me of a Grace Livingston Hill heroine. Maybe it’s because of the lovely church in the background. Grace’s protagonists were all believers. If the old Victoria magazine had lasted…
