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Wide Waters
“The water is wide, I can’t cross overAnd neither have I wings to fly.Give me a boat that can carry twoAnd both shall row my love and I.” These are the opening lyrics to “The Water is Wide.” I first became acquainted with the song when I purchased the Restless Nights album by Karla Bonoff…
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Lessons From Sara
I only had one grandmother growing up. She was my dad’s mother, and she was kind, full of class, and very independent-minded. She was also blind. She wasn’t born blind, but cataracts took her vision in the mid-1950’s. Modern cataract surgery was just around the corner, but it came too late for her. Since…
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More Instant Joy
As I continue visiting my past through old material about my mom’s life and reading ancient (!) journals of my own, it’s become clear my past wants to visit with me as well. In two short months, two people from my past have suddenly found me. I wrote about the first one two weeks ago…
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Finding Family
It’s been exactly eight months since my mother, Gretchen, passed away. I haven’t written about her in almost that long. I think there are a couple of reasons for that. Partly, it is grieving and not wanting to look at her death and those details closely; it was painful. But truthfully, I also felt my…
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The Desk
I’m on my hands and knees under a piece of furniture, looking up, holding a magnifying glass in my hand. It’s a tight fit and at my age, it is no small challenge to maneuver. I’m searching for a stamped name or insignia which might help identify its era. Getting that specific history right for…
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Life at Legacy.com
I think my first “official” job was working in the Children’s Shoes department at Halle Brothers department store. I was 16. I also worked in Food Service during college, in the Communications dept with The Cleveland Chamber of Commerce (summer job), and after I moved to Chicago, I worked at Studio One recording studio in…
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A Bridge Away From Home
I am participating in this month’s WordPress #WordPrompt: Bridge At age eight, I felt lucky to have my street dead end directly in front of the the local library. It was still two very long blocks away, but I would fly there on my Hollywood-model Schwinn and park it in the front bicycle rack that…
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Every Picture Tells a Story – A Look Back
It was January 4th and I was staring at a blank Word document that was as white as the snowy mid-Atlantic states getting hit by the nor’easter that day. My hope was to acknowledge the new year and slalom right into a new season of WordPress posts. But I couldn’t find a single word to…
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The Christmas Ornament circa 1999
I knew that I wanted it as soon as I turned the catalog page. The photo showed a large glass ornament; flawlessly round. The glass wasn’t a bright red or blue or green. No, this was a soft, off-white color which set its snowy scene perfectly. The artist had drawn trees, but in a minimalist…
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Saving Lissa
Last week, I was digging through a stack of aging, faded newspaper articles I wrote as a free-lancer back in the late 1990’s, hoping to find a particular story I thought might be a good fit for the blog. Suddenly, I landed on a clipping which I didn’t write. It had been snail-mailed to me…
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