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Before the Last Fires…
April is the longest (and cruelest) month especially for one with only 30 days to it. It’s the cold weather and the lack of greenery in the landscape. Therefore, I’m still perched by…
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What’s My Line?
YouTube has become a friend. I wish I had the courage to have a YouTube channel of my own but what would I say? I could show you the things I’ve knitted this…
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An “Irish” Youth
How I longed to be Irish when I was a girl. Here is a repost that tells that story better than anything new I could write today. Irish Girl
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What Would Love Say?
Like all of you, my life has been hijacked. So many things have changed including the loss of my job and working life, the inability to see my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter, the…
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Freesia, Laura Ashley, China, and Chocolate Chip Cookies
March in the Northeast has never been a popular month. It can be bone-chilling cold or muddy and mundane. But the warm breezes that come later in March always tell me spring has…
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A Valentine for the Captain
My first crush, Christopher Plummer, died last week. I knew he couldn’t live forever but I liked knowing he was in the world. For me, Plummer was and always will be Captain Georg von…
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A Wintry Mix
We say next time we’ll go away. But then the winter happens, like a secret ~ Shaun O’Brien I’ve made a mental note to make a white wreath for my door next…
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Bravery Becomes Us
“You’re very brave”, my mother told me the day I had to have my fingernail removed at the doctor’s office. I’ll spare you the details but I had an infection that wouldn’t be…
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On the Twelfth Day of a Feminine Christmas
I adhere to the English tradition of dismantling my Christmas tree on Epiphany (also known as Little Christmas, Twelfth Night and my daughter’s birthday). My decorations were simple and lovely even if hardly…
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On the Eleventh Day of a Feminine Christmas
This was not the scene of most homes this Christmas. And how wonderful to have soldiers drop by to help with all the new-fangled presents. Mother is missing from the scene because she…
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On the Tenth Day of a Feminine Christmas
Sledding and ice skating were our premiere activities in the stretch between Christmas and New Year’s. And usually every other year or so, we received a new pair of ice skates, or a…
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On the Ninth Day of a Feminine Christmas
I’m thrilled to begin a new year tomorrow. Just like William Powell and Myrna Loy seem to be, as evidenced by their New Year’s Eve kiss in the image above. But I am…
