We’ve had a golden year of having all four of our kids’s families living in one city. Not so golden that they’re all in our city, but we do have a tiny apartment in theirs, and…
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Lisa’s eloquent post on her thoughts, as a mother, on her own mother’s decline, prompted me to begin articulating some of my thoughts about the passing of the generational torch, as I’m observing it in…
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Rather than putting my blog away while on holiday, I’ll admit I filter many of my experiences through its lenses. I’m out of sorts if Wifi isn’t available; I take photos with readers in mind;…
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Travel photos are an obvious form of memory, as mine of Barcelona. I wrote about another kind last week when remembering my mother through the flowers she’d planted in my garden. But here’s an exquisite…
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Bit by bit, I’ve been trying to finish the next post in my gripping series about Extroversion, Introversion, and what it all has to do with my curls. I know what I glimpsed when I…
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