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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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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…
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On the Eleventh Day of a Feminine Christmas
This illustration is feminine Christmas at its best. Her chic red dress and winter-white coat make a beauty mark on the snowy landscape. But it’s her serene and peaceful face that brings the…
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On the Ninth Day of a Feminine Christmas
The cover of this Seventeen has effervescent colors and a darling imaginary tree. It is dated 1956, a time when Christmas meant formals and ballgowns. I especially like the soft cream colored one…
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On the Fifth Day of a Feminine Christmas
As a lullaby, I often sang “Away in a Manger” to my daughter and not just at Christmas. It was the only song I could sing on key and the melody is slow…
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On the Fourth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This young wife is buying the traditional male gift of a handsome tie. There is just something about a man in a suit and tie especially if he knows how to stand and…
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On the Third Day of a Feminine Christmas
The fur on my hooded jacket softly tickled my neck on a long and dark drive home from work last week. I found it oddly comforting as I hadn’t worn a hat that…
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On the Second Day of a Feminine Christmas
Every Christmas morning after the mad unwrapping was over, my mother presented my grandmother with her annual Christmas corsage. It always came in a snow-white florist box with a clear plastic cover. We…
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On the First Day of a Feminine Christmas
No matter how far away you roam…there’s no place like home for the holidays ~ Perry Como ~ I love the moody darkness of this illustration. And this was me tonight as I…
