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Snap Out of It!

Snap Out of It!

Her Good Advice Endures In the mid-1990's we met, and this character's demands,  SNAP OUT OF IT, still proves wise counsel in my autumn's garden season of life. Scowling and primly attired; her hands on hip; her command resonated. More than two decades later, Mary...

Outlining a Life

Outlining a Life

  To write a story of every woman, without casting myself as the heroine, or bad apple occupies my imagination, especially when I am out walking. I imagine a few great opening sentences, but then I realize I can’t develop any of them without sounding like I'm...

Indian Winter

Indian Winter

April is leaving behind a week of Indian Winter . . . that is, unseasonably chilly weather arrived about ten hours after I switched the winter bedding and  clothes.  My affect on the weather is not a new gift .  But frankly, I am glad for this respite.  These cool...

Fleeing a Funk

Fleeing a Funk

Fleeing a funk may be a bit more challenging in this season of life; weighed down with memories and memorabilia that aren’t always easy to share.  I’ve been in a funk — or a slump —-  for a spell.  Whew . . .  My inner Mary Engelbreit has been warning me to SNAP OUT...

Brace Yourself

Brace Yourself

You’d better brace yourself, today, I tell myself as I strap on a well-used back brace. Of course, the old back isn’t the only thing that needs a bit of support these days. In an autumn’s garden there’s always an occasion to give myself a pep talk, or ask a cautionary...

An Open Window Kind of Day

An Open Window Kind of Day

If I could put weather in a bottle, today’s weather would be a good choice. It was an open window kind of day for sure! The past several days would also be keepers. What startles me is how many of them I can take for granted, and how fast they go. Fast forwarding is a...

Better Than a Session on the Couch

Better Than a Session on the Couch

I knew it was time to do a little gardening the other day; I could no longer pretend the spring’s plants were not an eyesore. What was all comely and colorful the beginning of May was so bedraggled and wilted, that I averted my eyes every time I went in and out of the...

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