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The sound of scissors

Which is nothing like the sound of silence. When I was a wee one, many centuries ago, I would sit on my mother’s lap when she was sewing, and when she was cutting fabric, and pretty much any time she … Continue reading

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We have a tree in the house!

For the past two years, because of the Tiny Terror, we’ve had a small artificial Christmas tree. I bought that little tree the year my mom died, only because my great nephew, who was two years old at the time, … Continue reading

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Do you remember?

Do you remember walking into a store and seeing smiles? Do you remember seeing shelves full of goods, more than you could ever want? Do you remember turning on the news and seeing actual stories, real reporting? Do you remember … Continue reading

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No, *Janet, you will not ruin Christmas

*with apologies to anyone named Janet My oldest sister would have loved what’s going on in the world today. Janet, yes that was her name, loved rules. She had rules for everything, from how to vacuum a floor – you … Continue reading

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Memories are like sticky boogies

When I met my Bear, he had one grandchild. She’s now 20 years old and while she was a truly horrible child, she’s become a rather nice young woman. She calls, well, she did before the beer virus, or rather, … Continue reading

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Progress

Today I went to the dentist for the seemingly umptee-twelfth time (that was my mother’s expression, by the way) and he ground off a bit of the troublesome tooth, then ground off a bit more and a bit more. I … Continue reading

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When tears to laughterM

and memories make you smile more than cry, healing has finally begun. It’s been 16 years since my Poppa died.    For a long time, I couldn’t look at an M&M, couldn’t hear certain songs, couldn’t watch a Mets game. … Continue reading

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My mother’s hands

I glanced down at my hands tonight, while I was typing some notes for my class.   I stopped typing.   I took a breath.   I had seen my hands grow old, seen the wrinkles and creases that weren’t … Continue reading

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Memories of Anna

Max and I went to the nursing home today.  It’s the first time we’ve been in several weeks, but I kind of ran out of excuses for not going, and I thought it would be good practice for him with … Continue reading

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Looking back and looking forward

It’s gonna take more than one post to get this done but I wanted to at least make a start. It’s been a crazy ass couple of weeks, and a crazy ass year. So much happened. The first thing I … Continue reading

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