Remembering . . . a Barcelona moment
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…
View PostDo 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…
View PostA 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…
View PostEnough 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…
View PostAn 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,…
View PostJust a year ago . . . my beautiful sister, pictured above, drove my Mother downtown to join our twig of the family tree–myself, Mom’s oldest daughter, with Paul, her son-in-law; our four children, her…
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