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A Place to Sit
The room was empty except for some lonely chairs. Quietly, I sat in one next to the window where the light was the most…
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Baby Steps
Worn true are the steps of babies. Try, try again and one will find their way.
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Blue Sky
Blue skies in the morning, with a touch of pink cotton colored clouds. Even when one doesn’t expect a miracle– the morning sun shines out shame on you! With that…
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Courage
There is a difference between letting go and giving up. It is as if my father is at the base of Mount Everest. His heart, mind and lungs seem to…
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Dear Readers, Thank you for your love and support. Your words, thoughts, wishes and or prayers towards my father and family, have been felt…
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My thoughts are swirling with emotion and memory, in and out they come like a tide that swells then crashes on the beach and…
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Lemon Pasta
When life throws you a lemon catch it. In a saute pan swirl chopped garlic and walnuts. Which will give them a chance to share perfumed notes with one another.…
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The Fast Track and the Sleepy Head
Anyone who knows me knows I fall asleep at the wheel. Driving to the airport from my home and back is not something I could do without pulling over a…
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A Journey
French Husband and the children, the little bit of France that has been with me while in California, leave for France on Sunday. It will feel strange to be here…
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Country Road take me Home
Driving from my childhood home to the hospital takes about 4O minutes. Some say they can do the drive in 3O minutes but I haven't mastered that kind of record…
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