Finding a Place

Cleaning out the garage sparks realizations of finding a place, good intentions, and growing up.

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The Gift of Staying

You want to know what I had? I had this great idea for a post.  I was sure it would be a hit.  Then, I bounced this idea off my husband, and he smiled and said, “Huh.  Well, that’s just normal to me.  That’s how I grew up.” *crickets crickets* Well it’s not how I…

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Unhappy: An Open Letter to My Children

Dear children, my job is to make you unhappy, about half of the time. I love you too much to let it be otherwise. In my philosophy, disappointment should come from home first.  Here, within the loving environment of our family,  should be your first point of reference for that sensation. Just like you should…

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All the Advice I Didn’t Give

They didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell.  Well, much, anyway. The couple stood in my living room.  Well, The wife did, bent over the chair, eyeing it with fierce delight.  The husband smiled at her from the doorway, approvingly. I sold my rocking chair that day. To a couple, five-ish years younger than me. They…

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Simple Sucks: It’s Supposed To

  But it looks beautiful.  A single cup of tea.  Atop a bare wood table.  With nothing but a sunrise out the window.  Idyllic, right?  I’d think so. But then experience it.  It feels like withdrawals.  The simple tea has no sugar in it.  Just hot, acrid, brown tea. Simple.  The table is made of…

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Trash Can Vacations

There is a time in life.  A very special time in the life of any bouncing, well-manicured young wife.  A time when she leans in to to her husband, feeling his arms wrapping around her, and whispers into his neck, “Oh honey, let’s have a baby.” Fast forward a bit. There is another time in…

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