Attitude
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I’m not a ‘content creator’
I think it was late 2006 after I had a complete hysterectomy that I discovered blogging. That wasn’t my intention. I’d gotten a new Mac for Christmas and had a couple of months of recovery ahead of me that involved… Continue reading
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The Garden that Came with a House
When I arrived in Maine to view the house I’d found while sifting through properties on the Internet, I already knew it came with a good sized yard. That was the most important piece of criteria outside of being able… Continue reading
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It’s me. I’m still here.
It’s amazing how quickly time passes. Although I’d like to say that’s a good thing in some cases, for the most part, I’d rather it didn’t. There has to be a balance between wanting a phase in one’s life to… Continue reading
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Moving right along.
As is often read, time heals all, and I’m slowly becoming accustomed to being out in the working world again. The adjustments I’ve had to make are minor compared to what others may have to experience under similar circumstances because… Continue reading
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The Effect of Stones and Moss on Life
There may be an interesting change on my horizon, and as I mulled over the possibility of it while sipping my coffee this morning, I felt the urge to sift back through my writing here — all two years of… Continue reading
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Finding time to relax again
Busy season is finally over yet another year. There have been so many I’ve lost count. It means the MoH is home before dark, and that it’s time for me to have an idea or two to plant in his… Continue reading
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Comfort and Limitations
It’s dark when the alarm goes off and my husband hits the snooze button to squeeze a few more precious minutes of sleep from his restless night. I lay there not quite wanting to open my eyes and tentatively move… Continue reading
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Reluctant Empathy and Old Ideas
I’ll go to my corner now that I’ve had my little tantrum after writing something that was more catalyst than conviction. Later in the day when I was on my way to collect the resident teen from his spot at… Continue reading
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Loving my Valentine
I don’t expect that on Valentine’s Day anyone will be spanking me with dog or goat-skin whips in order to increase my fertility this year, because although some may find that entertaining, I wouldn’t. I’m thinking that the MoH wouldn’t… Continue reading
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And so I begin again.
In the last many days, I’ve had time to think about this space in my life and its accumulation of nearly two years of what passes for me these days — me in writing, that is. Whenever I run… Continue reading