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Exactly one year ago today, Nancy Drew Too rolled out its first blog post! It’s my blogaversary! It’s a birthday! I followed my writing buddies Kathan, Darksculptures, and Dayner into the blog pool and we started swimming. In the deep end. Little did I realize at the time how much y’all would [Continue reading] My church had its annual best-in-the-world used book sale this week-end, and I scored. Big time. Here’s what I came home with (in case you’re wondering, I’m listing them according to physical size and where they actually sit in the tower, so it’s smallest to biggest. Thank heaven Barnes & Noble doesn’t [Continue reading] “That your dog?” He laughed at the dirty hound licking crumbs and gravel off the sidewalk next to the outdoor café. She could see its ribs; dried blood stuck to a jagged scratch along its flank. The only dog here is this date, she thought. “Yes,” she said as she stood up. [Continue reading] Each January, my yoga group does a B & B – breakfast and burning – and this past Saturday was our day to bring food and eat together. We shared simple gifts with each other – the perfect crystal, tulip bulbs and gardening gloves, a new meditation chant. K had snapped each of [Continue reading] Friday is our first morning without him. The house feels impossibly large, empty. The big tulip poplar outside the window stands barren and leafless against the grey clouds. Suddenly the sky moves and I wait. Robins, dozens of them, land on the branches. The tide rises. The tide falls. Geez, what a day. The little dog spent most of the night wheezing, trying to breathe. He was so weak this morning he couldn’t stand up, and it felt like it was almost time for him to leave us. Still, I went to yoga. I needed my little yoga group – oh [Continue reading] Longer than 55, and not fiction today. I watch him, walking down the shoreline carrying the small dog in his arms. This is new, different. For nine years, I watched him follow as the small dog raced ahead of him. He walks slowly, deliberately, then settles in the sun on a fallen log. The [Continue reading] Furry friends matter. Patch was my best friend for 14 years. She died three years ago this week. To my soft sweet friend Your soft ears lie quiet now, I When I started this whole NaNoWriMo thang in the beginning of November, I promised myself that if I ever got to the seemingly impossible goal of 50,000 words, I’d reward myself with a sharp new NaNoWriMo hoodie. So I did, and here it is. We figured we’d better take some pictures [Continue reading] |
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