The week beginspretty horrific, actuallydays of unspeakable tragedyand devastating sadnesscompounded of course, by a most inhumaneself-centric buffoon, whojust when one thinks cannot possibly get worsealways, alwaysdoes heavy, heavy heart… lightened ever so slightlyby a very grand outpouringof love at workI…
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Small passage in a book by Shawna Lemaythat comes to mindoften “She was wearing magnificent three-inch black heels and asophisticated black party dress and her hair was glamorous. Iwore a grey sweater. And was too hot.” days when I might…
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Last night, I leave my hockey teamto theirmiseryand instead ask my son, if he wants to watcha moviemy son, a devoted movie aficionadomakes the choiceand so, last night I finally watchRoberto Benigni’s Life is Beautifulit has been on my radar…
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Maybe in the grand scheme of thingsit isn’t really muchof anything… this morning, I am about four hundred pages inwhich is a little lessthan half-waythroughthe most wonderful bookthat I am enjoyingimmenselyconsisting of letters between six sistersspanning about the wholeof the…
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Feel a bit out of sorts when days pile upand one hasn’t made the timefor writingI have started and stopped many times,yet as schedules continue tochangeI haven’t done much about getting anythingdown or I suppose there is that thing withcertain…
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Yesterday morning,I go out to fill the bird feedersand marvel at just how lovely fallcan bein all the changing of shadeseverywhere you look is colourand how beautifulthe leaveson the ground busying myself with laundry and suchthe next time I look…
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This morning I notice a bookunder the nightstandby our bed It’s called Fifty on Fifty orsomething of that naturewhile here I am on the eve often years pastand… I’m not even sure I have read it it seems strange yet,…
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Last night at dinner,my first spoonful of tomato soupand soda crackersaw, looooook I say to himthe broken bit of cracker on my spoon a perfectly lovely heart the other day at work,it’s the time of year that the whitewash comes…
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Today, it’s just a perfect fall day,wet andsoggythe colours outside are stillbrilliantrain, almost alwaysisneededand it’s Sunday… so it suits this morning, quiet startcoffee with my loveand conversation of things to comenew chapters unfoldingin real time we talk this morning aboutchanges…
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Last week, MondayI come in from work to tell himI have hit mylow earlier, I have quite silently whispered to myselfI cannot go oneverything feels, as if Iammuch too fragile for this old world on the inside, I push througha…
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