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The Pink Kitty
When I was little, I wanted a white cat. Something about the purity of a white kitty spoke to my child-mind, and every chance I got, I mentioned it to my parents. Nothing else would do; nothing short of an all-white kitty would fit my requirements. A call from a farmer down the road answered Read more
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Just One of the Many Reasons I Love My Hubbin
I am writing a story and trying to get the scene from my head down onto paper when my husband interrupts me to give me a sandwich, a soda, and a kiss. He downplays his response to my voiced appreciation with, “Just trying to help out, Mrs. G.” I love that man! Read more
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An Anniversary Not Celebrated
Ten years. I cannot believe it has been ten years since the morning of my mother’s passing. Are there some Band-Aids that one simply cannot rip off but hopes and prays that the hurt underneath has healed? Does one try to catch a glimpse beneath that Band-Aid from time to time, hoping that the passage Read more
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Keeping My Sis Alive
My sis passed away almost two years ago; she would have been 72 tomorrow. I googled events that happened on the day she was born and found an off-the-wall-interesting one. Shoe rationing began. SHOE RATIONING! I realize the war effort put a lot of things in short supply that we now take for granted, but Read more
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Holiday Traditions
As I ponder the upcoming holiday, I think about traditions I was raised with, ones I’ve continued, and which ones I have created for my own family. Growing up, we went out as a family to the mountain behind our house in rural Oregon, cut down a real tree, then brought it in on a homemade tree Read more
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Finding the motivation to write again
It has been a long time since I have felt the urge to write. For the last two years, I have been maintaining, sometimes barely surviving. One of my older brothers died in November two years ago and my closest sister followed less than four months later. My oldest son who had severed ties with Read more