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Hope

October 31, 2020.COVID diary.#The news

Heading east from Vancouver the trans Canada highway leads to the small town of Hope. Just outside of Hope the pavement spiderwebs, choices present themselves and travelers are faced with a decision. Where do we go from here? My aunt once told me she’d like to live in Hope, she said she liked the sound […]

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This

October 21, 2020.Writing From The Wound.#grief recovery widowhood memories anniversary

I stopped writing about grief after the second anniversary of my husband’s passing – I stopped writing about it but I didn’t stop grieving.  I’ve been trying to get back into my life, trying to focus on now and live in the moment but I haven’t been that successful – trying to ignore something doesn’t mean […]

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The Cheap Seats

October 2, 2020.COVID diary.#covid19

I’m sitting in the cheap seats with a distant but clear view of the drama playing out at my neighbor’s place south of the border. I have no stake in the show, nothing personally riding on it and yet I am riveted to the spectacle. I can hardly believe what I’m watching – if a […]

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A Tale about a Tail

October 1, 2020.Paw Prints.#Chesapeake bay retriever

We’ve had a bit of an adventure lately and I’ve been focused on things other than writing, blogging or anything creative. I’m dealing with my dog and he’s dealing with a cone and a tail that looks like it should be pinned on a donkey. Those of us who have dealt with a big dog […]

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Sunday Morning

September 20, 2020.On Writing.#creative writing

One day melts into the next when you’re little, unless tomorrow is Christmas or your birthday.  My memory has flashes – images of things nobody took a picture of, images of life in the 1950’s – fleeting memories.   We used to go to Sunday school – Mom’s family had been quite involved with the church when […]

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Sleuthing

September 16, 2020.Momentos.#Chesapeake bay retriever

Aside from the bit of jaywalking Chester and I do early in the morning and late at night I consider myself a law abiding citizen.  I like to follow the rules – mostly – and I hate it when other people don’t. Crime does not pay – or at least it shouldn’t.   My new neighborhood has […]

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Juxtaposition

September 12, 2020.COVID diary.#The news

One deep breath told me it wasn’t fog hanging over the ocean this morning, it was smoke. Smoke from fires burning in Washington state, Oregon and California. Wildfire smoke, the residue of acres of smoldering wilderness and wild life, homes and hopes. Smoke so thick it smothered the horizon. My eyes burned. I can’t imagine […]

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A reminder

September 11, 2020.COVID diary.#magic

I had forgotten I love to read. I hadn’t picked up a book during the six months of the new COVID world until last week. I’ve been writing my way through the pandemic, at least I was until I ran out of things to say – lately I’ve been just putting in days waiting until… […]

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Back to business

September 5, 2020.On Writing.#creative writing

I’m not sure if I believe the moon can dictate moods or if I would just like to blame my moodiness on it – use it as a scapegoat. Does everyone ride an emotional roller coaster? Is confidence a commodity? I know we can build it but just as certainly I know we can knock […]

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A short snippet

August 27, 2020.On Writing.#creative writing

Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. I don’t get to see this particular sister very often but I do think about her on the regular. She is my youngest sibling, we are separated by several miles and five years. I feel close to her in a sisterly fashion – we hail from the same place. I […]

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