Visiting my 88-year-old mother is part of my weekly rhythm. I don’t know what she’ll remember about dad or our long history together. That is no longer distressing as it makes for good improv. Whatever my mother says I can say, “Yes and… “ and run with it. There is one string of thought, however, that can be relied on. That happens when my mother remembers the house, her house now my house. It is…
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In my garden I want Miracle-Gro to give me a bloom soon, sooner, or soonest! When my stack of books gets to an overwhelming height, I look for CliffNotes or search online for someone else’s notes for my pile of unread. My cookbook titles are focused on 5 ingredients or less or under 30 minutes prep time. I know that one size(one answer, one book, you name it) does not fit all. Then why do I…
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I didn’t recognize the number. My habit after picking up too many robocalls is to not pick up any calls if the number doesn’t have a name. This number left a voice message. What a surprise! I hadn’t talked to Judith since she had gotten married about five years ago. I returned the call later that night when I thought perhaps her young children had already been put to bed. “Hey, Mary! I was sweeping…
1 CommentMy father was a part of the greatest generation. He served in the United States Navy. His father also served in the Navy during both WW1 and WW2 and I am sure that was a great influence on my dad’s decision to enter the United States Naval Academy in June 1938. When my father entered at the age of 17 he already knew he was graduating in 3 ½ years. The training at the Naval…
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Fifteen years ago on Father’s Day, Gary and I were spending our Sunday morning putting in some hostas. Pretty unusual for us as we are faithful church-goers but we had sent the other eight kids off to church with some friends and were digging holes. We knew that if we didn’t get those purchased plants in that morning it was likely they would never get put in because we also knew we were having a…
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Sometimes we take life too seriously. I am sure you are serious about the amount of time or lack there of you are feeling in your daily life. In fiction, time travel stories abound but we know that that is not our true story. We can’t turn back the clock…get back the time or reuse if for another purpose. Time always seems in short supply but I wonder if we’d really use it that well…
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