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Hopeful Enough to Drive By
Scuttlebutt around town is this. The workplace that was my home away from home for eighteen years, the school where my second family worked for nine months of every year, has been demolished. We all knew Bryant School’s demolition was going to happen. In fact, before...
Wild Grape Jelly/Syrup
The wild grape vine at the end of our lane was loaded with fruit the week before Labor Day. Finally, I decided to pick them and make jelly. Never mind that I did not inherit the skills of my sister and other relatives which leads to the sugar, fruit, and pectin...
I’m No Complainer – Recycled
I chose this recycled post for two reasons. First, reading it reminded me again of what a good husband Hiram is. Second, I’ve been waiting for a chance to show off this photo of my hubby which I took this summer in Idaho. He’s a shy person and not easy to photograph -...
The High Trestle Trail
Hiram was gone last weekend, enjoying the annual guys-riding-motorcycles-on-winding-roads weekend with my sister’s husband. Therefore, I started my annual I-can-do-whatever-I-want-since-there’s-no-one-around weekend with a walk on the recently completed High Trestle...
Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry
Once in a great while, I read a novel that sings. A novel like Hannah Coulter. Sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, its music resonated until my heart beat with the cadence of its words. This is the seventh in Wendell Berry’s series of novels set in fictional...
Will I Get to Eat Bon Bons on Friday?
So far, this week has very little resemblance to the dream agenda I drew up on Monday. See, the dream agenda listed only a few neatly, bulleted items: Blog Visit Mom Work on marketing for Different Dream Parenting Think about new book proposalGo out to lunch with a...