Category Archives: summer

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” AA Milne

“It’s Bea, she’s real sick” I heard a shake in his voice, an air of concern I had never heard before as I was driving north on I-25 about ten miles from my exit. I was stunned and as I … Continue reading

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What I did on my summer vacation

I haven’t been writing for two months but it feels like a longer time than that. I think because life has been a blissful cacphony of happy,sad,hard,easy, delightful, and annoying. I spent a lot of time taking pictures these last two … Continue reading

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#Throwbackthursday Chapter 1

  How I managed to find myself living on the edge of a big little town with two brothers and their dogs. It’s been a great eighteen months and now I’m solo care taking. I miss those dogs and those … Continue reading

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The Plight of the Greenish-Maybe-It’s-Yellow Nightgown*

“And another thing, I really don’t like that nightgown.” I looked down at my second favorite summer nightgown. Lace bodice cut in such a way I look lithe and thin as it sweeps out from the empire cut to mask … Continue reading

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Quiet Summer Mornings

The other night I was sitting outside and watching the sun disappear behind the mountain. I was alone with the prairie dogs, bats, bunnies, and mosquitos. It was mostly quiet except for the cars on the two-lane highway adjacent to … Continue reading

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Summer’s Solstice

I took a break for a couple of weeks. I simply didn’t write anything nor did I read terribly much, either.  I wasn’t/am not burned out with writing but I had nothing terribly new to add to the internet’s conversation. My … Continue reading

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What happened when I stopped listening

This is a journal fragment. I’m still not writing much due to the pain in my hands but I do journal when the mood strikes me.  She buoyed up my spirits when I confessed it felt needless to ever write … Continue reading

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