Materfamilias Writes

Of Sleep and (Love) Letters

Of Sleep and (Love) Letters

Sleep problems. Breath and Breathe. Bridge, bench, bunch, budge, brunch, billet, boulevard. Pause, not because I’m sleeping yet, unfortunately, but because my mind is searching for another word beginning with “B.” Brigadier. Seriously,  brigadier? Where did…

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Blogging and Murals, My (Visible) Eye In/On the World . . .

Blogging and Murals, My (Visible) Eye In/On the World . . .

As I struggle, some days, to know whether it’s worth continuing to write in this space, I go back to some of the reasons I’m doing so. There has been so much emphasis, especially here…

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Summer’s End? Not Quite, Labour Day, Not Quite. . .

Summer’s End? Not Quite, Labour Day, Not Quite. . .

Summer’s not letting Labour Day push her out the door, not here, at least, where we went swimming in the (not so very warm) Pacific last night — delicious! Still, I expect rhythms and activities…

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Of Bikes and Bees and Things that Please. . .

Of Bikes and Bees and Things that Please. . .

Cycling this route was what I chose to do on our 43rd anniversary last week, to please myself. I clarified the choice as I wrote my “morning pages” my husband still sleeping. Some of you…

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A Mystery Guest in my Garden

A Mystery Guest in my Garden

Thanks so much for your lovely responses to the post I almost didn’t write on Monday, feeling a bit discouraged about blogging as I was. Or perhaps not so much discouraged as protective of my…

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