Why the Name?
“There’s No Crying on Sundays” The name came to me one day while I was babysitting my granddaughter. She was…
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seven years later
Seven Years Seven years. I meant to write this a few weeks ago. I had every intention of sitting down…
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September feels heavy
September feels heavy. Maybe it’s the anniversaries. Maybe it’s the memories that come with them. Maybe it’s the nonstop political…
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Maybe It’s Menopause. Maybe It’s Just Memory.
I’m not sure if it’s menopause or if my brain has simply reached the stage where I walk out of…
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We Forgot We Were Growing Up Too
When I was twenty years old, I wasn’t thinking about being fifty-two. Honestly, I wasn’t even thinking about thirty. I…
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Things pawpaw said
What is it about getting older that makes memories come flooding back? Not the big milestone memories. The little ones….
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Memories have a funny way of finding us
There’s something about memories that show up out of nowhere. Sometimes it’s quilts, old canisters, cookie jars, or faded photographs….
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Tiny Pieces of others people’s lives
Have you ever stopped and really listened to the conversations happening around you? Not in an eavesdropping kind of way….
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How Fast It All Flies By
On this Mother’s Day, I’ve been a mother for 29 years. And when I think about motherhood, I think a…
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On Your birthday
This month always brings mixed emotions. Birthdays—my daughters’, mine… and my sister’s. My sister, who is no longer here with…
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A Year In, Still Deciding
A Year In, Still Deciding Just some April thoughts. I’ve always loved this month. The weather is just right—it’s spring,…
