memories

a longing for christmas connection takes flight

December 24, 2016
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“If I’d known it was going to be this much fun, I wouldn’t have cried so hard when the kids left!” says my husband as we Christmas shop and lunch. I throw my head back with laughter. Then, instantly, a pain of guilt shoots through me, I’d never want the kids to hear us say […]

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hide and seek with my dog and the moon

December 19, 2016
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There is a ritual to buckling on skis. If you don’t fully open the binding, there is no amount of forcing that will allow your foot to catch and hold. Good life lesson: open first. It’s what marriage and my dog both have taught me to do. I buckled on my skis, and took a […]

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how do you rest?

December 6, 2016
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All weekend we are in the same room, but we hardly exchange a word. It is the most romantic Thanksgiving holiday of my life. David has the turkey smoking on the BBQ and I am cleaning the bathroom when I hear her boots clicking down the hallway. Our daughter, Kaitlin, arrives from Salt Lake City. […]

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expectations almost ripped away the joy of my vacation

November 27, 2016
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Expectations are joy killers. It’s so much better to have no idea what will happen and let a situation unfold. But I suck at that. I expect at every turn. It is my birthday. Joy leaks out of me like a balloon with a pinhole and I’m frantically searching for a piece of duct tape […]

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vegetarian or hunter? comparing yourself at the dinner table

October 10, 2016
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It was bloody when my children were growing up, and there were tears. My children fought about food and kept my kitchen tense for years. They were finding their way in life, doing that sacred tango of emancipation like all kids do. My daughter is a strict vegetarian. My son is a bow hunter. I […]

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the middle place: love, death and memories

September 26, 2016
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The aspen leaves are only yellow for a short time. I want to be there for it. This was my first thought. Second thought: Let’s take Yedder, my dog who has kept me company for 13 years on my 45-minute walks. A piece of me hesitated. She’s old these days, and, when I get to […]

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how and when to let go of sentimental treasures

October 27, 2012
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Second place can be better than first. A tiny ribbon can be preferable to a giant trophy. It takes time to know what is meaningful in our life stories. There is a great deal of paraphernalia that comes with raising children. A multitude of worksheets come home from kindergarten, art pieces populate elementary school and […]

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altaring my mother and daughter

September 26, 2011
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            Today is my mother’s birthday. She died more than a dozen years ago. But I can clearly hear her gasp over this stone which looks to me like petrified wood. Isn’t that fascinating? In my imagination she is ever present.             My mother loved petrified wood. I don’t even know why, I just remember […]

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memories help me laugh at myself

May 14, 2010
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       I am participating in Momalom’s series Five for Ten. I invite you to visit the other fabulous authors who are also lending their voices.          Today collected memories from my young self to a future self are my altared space. I began writing in journals as a teenager so that when I got […]

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