Tag: writing
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When Life Butts In
I wrote this piece recently for a writing assignment dealing with setting. It’s a reflection on a moment in time about eight years ago. Outside the sliding glass door of our lower-level family room, the snow is quietly falling, and I am mesmerized. My husband and I have lived in this home at the top…
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If I had a morsel …
Today I will not dwell on yesterday. Today is the gift I get to open and explore with God’s help. May I make the most of it. *** She swirls, she dances, she personifies merriment. She is perpetually in her glory. She only has an on switch, and there is not a soul who doubts her consistent…
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Without You
I wrote this in June, about a month and a half after losing Jim. Without You Today I went to get my car’s oil changed at the same place we have always taken it on O’Neil in the West End of Greenville. It was our habit to drop the car there and walk the few…
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Life After Alzheimer’s – It’s a Beach
September 10, 2025 It has now been four and a half months since Jim passed. I cried for the first time two weeks ago. I’m not sure why. Grief has its own timetable. Yes, life continues after you walk your loved one to death’s door. You say your goodbye and then what? The feeling is…
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Death is in my house.
I can feel it. Sometimes it stops me short and I can’t breathe. Like now. He is no longer drinking much water. Just enough to take his pills. He hasn’t eaten in a month. And yet, he talks to me. Yesterday he said, “Who wants to go in the pool?” I told him the water…
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A Tribute to a Remarkable Woman
When I think of the perfect timing of God, and the gifts He drops divinely in our laps, I think of Betty. She came into my life 28 years ago. I was pregnant with her son’s child. He and I were not married but planned to be. Until she stopped me in my tracks. “You…
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“Wordo”
Many years ago, when I was living in the frozen tundra of Minnesota, I came across a small newspaper article about a group of guys who gathered regularly to discuss various misuses of the English language. They called themselves Wordos. At the time, I thought it an obsessive group of wanna-be scholars with nothing better…
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A Moment In The Sun
Ode To Charlie It’s a small pool, but it’s lovely. It’s a fading sun but it warms me still. I sit in my small, gray, plastic, surprisingly comfortable chair and watch the blue water shimmer and swirl, shimmer and swirl. It creates its own rhythm in time with the intake and return valves that work…
The Joy of Rambling 