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I've officially awakened from my tryptophan coma, which means it's officially time for the Christmas season to begin! The passing of Thanksgiving means that many of us are probably getting the Christmas decorations down from the attic, and the children are working...
All moments funnel into one, swirl faster in eye-blurring fury and collide, shatter in slow motion. Metal against metal. I see the bike spin and slide across the concrete. D slams the car to a stop in the middle of the road and leaps out. I freeze in my seat,...
I see the point of a soft pink triangle that cuts between two pine trees to the southeast, and a sparrow lands on a bare branch just outside my window. I peel back the Target-bought shabby chic quilt, the white one striped with pink roses, and slide from between crisp...
Last night I had some company. First to show up in my dream was my cousin John with the crazy staccato laugh, huge heart and endless pranks. He and his brother George were always up to something. When they were little, they asked my Aunt Esther if they could decorate...
In you, Lord my God, I put my trust. ~Psalm 25:1 (NIV) We stopped at a dingy...
Thunder trembles the ground. There isn’t a response from my soul other than to...
The moon drops into the west like a giant grapefruit this morning, while the...
Be it my camera or my husband’s .22 rifle, I want my aim to be right on...
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