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Things Said in Winter
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow… The woods…
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Martin Luther King Day
This blog post refers to Martin Luther King Day and not the man, Dr. King. Most businesses do not close on Martin Luther King Day but it is a nice holiday to have…
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L’Edition de Luxe
When winter finally settles in, I often think of this painting by Boston artist Lilian Westcott Hale. It’s called L’Edition de Luxe and depicts a private interior world that makes me long for…
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Beauty Ceremonials for Winter
I never thought I looked good in winter. Without a summer tan, I felt my beauty was blurred and devoid of color and life. Now I no longer tan so I am rather…
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After the Storm
We are having an awful lot of weather these days. ~ Jane Austen I clearly recall a school weather assignment I had in the fourth grade. It was my first special project to…
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On the Tenth Day of a Feminine Christmas
Before the internet and cell phones, videos games, and DVD’s and having only one television in the house with just three channels and 6 people, if you wanted to be alone with your…
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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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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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Winter Musings
Charity begins at home…and so does kindness. When I need to make changes in myself, mostly in regards to fitness and well-being, I am far more successful when the changes become a source…
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Better Days Ahead
Many years ago, a friend whose life I thought perfect, let me read a card her husband had given her. Inside was a simple handwritten line: “Better days ahead”. As I was to…
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Just Beyond the Page
This is Jean-Honoré Fragonard’s painting, A Young Girl Reading, 1770. The reader is enraptured with her book but her mind is soaring with vivid imaginings born on the pages. I see her as a lass…
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Discernment
I had a recent memory of being at my grandmother’s on a cold winter day. I was about 11. She was in the kitchen doing her thing: preparing vegetables, polishing a brass candlestick,…
