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Thoughts on an extraordinary lady . . .
. . . who, incidentally, helped me write this. And who--many, many years ago--inspired me to write my Holiday Letters.
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When the sun goes out in the middle of bright day-when the moon disappears from a star-filled sky-we say that an eclipse has occurred, and that the sun or the moon will return.
So it is with Marilyn Fike.
Marilyn ( Read more... ) -
Baby talk
I have a couple of friends who are, to put it bluntly, great with child ( Read more... ) -
Money talks
Got a call from Liza this past week. Despite all the financial aid and student loans, she’s still $1,200 short on her first quarter’s tuition.
Now, the girls have a pretty accurate view of my finances-they always have since the early days of the divorce, and all those spreadsheets I had that showed income and outgo. (Not only could I ( Read more... ) -
Appreciation vs. Recognition, Part 2
Talked to a newly-minted Pelican the other day. In a separate conversation, she was talking to someone about autocrating a kingdom event, and the person told her "I want to make a name for myself ( Read more... ) -
Shrinking
You know that pair of jeans. The ones you can't get into. Even sitting down. Or laying down, sucking it up, trying to move the zipper UP-OMG-Ican'tbreatheandthemuffintopwillbeindescribable ( Read more... ) -
Work
It used to drive my stepfather and I to distraction that my mother would not allow me to work. Minimal chores, no expectations, no working after school or weekends (while in high school). And, allow me to say that potential employers were not impressed when the time came and I needed to work ( Read more... ) -
Scribal stuff
Maedha sent me a couple of charters to paint--and in the pre-move mode, I need to finish them and forward them on ( Read more... ) -
Changes they are a-comin'
The wind was blowing out the the north earlier today. And as I was running errands, I caught myself thinking, This is one of the last times I'll be doing this. And this. And this ( Read more... ) -
April Griffey Turner
This can not be borne, you said,
Railing at the heavens,
Your pain screaming from your eyes.
This can not be endured, you said,
And turned to go, to leave us.
Fine! we said, disbelieving,
But know that we love you forever.
Go, seek heaven's gate, and the gods
That wait for you there.
But know that we love you.
Mayhap you'll find healing.
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Gratitude
There is no place like home. There is no place like home. I love my daughters, but there is no place like home.
I am grateful that I can look ahead this week and see work, gatherings of friends, and fun.
I am grateful that there will be sewing this next weekend--two days worth!
And Thrown Weapons Practice.
And squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ivan made me a ( Read more... )