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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Do you scroll through files of travel photos, trying to remember where you were, what you were doing that day, why you wanted to capture an image? Especially when so many of our memories have…
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A year ago today, my Mother left us to our memories of her. Some of those memories bloom in my garden — so many plants she brought here from her own. The omphalodes cappadocica in…
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Enough hemming and hawing. Here’s another Curlylocks post . . . A commenter on this post (thanks Brenda!) asked me what products I use to manage my extroverted hair. . . and perhaps answering this question might…
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An odd little thing to miss, perhaps, but something that we’ll never have on our little island is the sound of a car pulling into our driveway. We’ve been here for almost 20 years now,…
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