Transitions


As we pulled out of the near-empty parking lot, I watched the marina become smaller and smaller in my passenger side mirror.  Finally, it disappeared from view, and I closed my eyes.  How I loathed packing up everything on the boat, taking our “summer home” out of the water and putting […]

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Your Glass


The wonderful man with whom I pledged to spend the rest of my life is a self-proclaimed pessimist.  He’s a devoted husband and adoring father, but his glass is always half empty.  Sometimes it’s completely empty and he’s certain he’ll never drink again.  I, however, am an optimist.  My glass is […]

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Momentarily Misguided


The bright sun bounced off the fall leaves in a kaleidoscope of color as I pulled into the small, gravel parking lot.  It was a glorious morning.  Yet here I sat, biting the inside of my lip.  I silently cursed myself for the nervous habit, then cursed myself for cursing.  Especially […]

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Scars


I sport a little scar on the back of my right ring finger.  The faint, smooth line crosses that first joint crease on a diagonal, from left to right.  It’s hard to see, unless you know it’s there.  I “earned” that scar –certainly not my first OR last– when I was […]

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Proof of Life


My daughter turned 1 last week, and we celebrated with family in fine fashion over the weekend.  We smashed cakes, ripped open packages, played with ribbons and paper instead of shiny new toys and, of course, broke for nap time.  And I captured it all on film –or, rather, a […]

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Birthday Quandry


For as long as I can remember, I have always associated food –sweets, in particular– with celebration.  I’m not sure how anyone can avoid associating the two.  Consider this…  Wedding cake, birthday cake, graduation cake, retirement cake…  You see my point.  I’m pretty sure there are cakes for every celebration.  […]

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Labor Day


In honor of Labor Day, I thought I could regale you with the story of the birth of my daughter.  But then I realized there was never actually any “labor” involved –much to my dismay at the time.  That dismay welled up from deep within my female identity –the maternal one that […]

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Mission Implausible


The wee hours of the morning yawned in front of me as I crawled on my belly across my 10-month-old daughter’s bedroom floor, the Mission Impossible theme echoing in my head. Dun dun, dun dun dun dun… And now it’s in your head, too, isn’t it? Uh-huh. You’re welcome. My […]

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Those Days


I was sitting in church a couple weekends ago, with two older women sitting in the pew  behind me. They appeared to be in their 60′s, oohing and ahhing over my 10 month old and  how cute she was. She would smile at them and wave, and her presence seemed […]

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I’m back!


It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, but I love writing and would like to give it another go.  I’m not sure how well it’s going to work out, with a 1 year old and 8 year old keeping me busy.  But I’m willing to try!  Right now, I’m planning […]

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