Fifty Years, Love and Memories

Today is my mother and father-in-law’s 50th wedding anniversary.  Fifty years is a very long time.  I should know because that’s how long my very own bones have been on this planet learning to walk, and run, falling down, then starting again.  Relentlessly. Fifty years. A marriage lasting fifty years is more something to read…

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Being Thirteen

I was ugly when I was thirteen.  I don’t remember if I thought so then, but sorting through old photos proves it:  I went from innocent beauty to zit-ridden adolescent in three short years.  Add chubby to that as well, and the image is complete.    It was no wonder that Peter McClueless didn’t know I…

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The Things We Keep

Yesterday I tackled the garage, and although I’m far from being done, I’m satisfied with the progress I’ve made.  It’s  a jumble of items you’d expect to find in a garage: a fairly recent deposit of my kitchen overflow;  remnants of our recent construction;  boxes expelled of Christmas decorations waiting for their return;  and my…

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Sunrise and Musical Cars

I’ve spent some time going back through what I’d written at this time last year.  In much the same way that I can go through photos, which always tell a different story than words, it helped me understand more than ever, two things. Some things never change. The sun will always rise in the morning…

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