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I wake slowly into this Sunday morning and lay still, thinking of earlier years on April the second. This is the day my former in-laws married nearly a century ago. I think of all the ways their union interfaced with … Continue reading
Following this debilitating post-election week, I found myself aching for solitude and solace. The autumn day is sunny and bright, with few white clouds slowly drifting across the pale blue sky. Below, sun rays brighten the dwindling yellow, orange, and … Continue reading
Gratitude For time to cherish a lovely autumn day on a country road with a good dog, equally as appreciative.
A long-time friend from Bovina, NY recently brought me a treasure of a gift: pure locally made maple syrup. As I gathered my maple syrup thoughts this morning, I realized how little I know about its origins, so engaged on … Continue reading
The first vacation my childhood family ever had taken was approaching and we were all so excited. My mother and her lifelong best friend, Geneva, had planned it. Geneva’s three kids were Kathy, about my age, 14ish; Eric, close to … Continue reading
They married on the one year anniversary date of the day they met, May 1, 2015. They planned the simple, yet richly meaningful celebration with high efficiency, low stress, and much happiness–in just 29 days. Polly had waited a long … Continue reading
After a blissful afternoon on the riding mower, the warm sunshine above and the gorgeous Blue Ridge mountains across the road from me, I decided to empty the mower’s utility wagon, which had spent the winter behind the shed overflowing … Continue reading
My editor, Linda Hasselstrom, recently returned my manuscript with many richly helpful comments, and an intriguing one that took me on a little research journey. In the chapter I named Ocean Waves, I included a quilt square sample to give … Continue reading
After twenty-one and a half years together, I begin this day without her physical presence. Shalom, sweet and gentle Hilary.