Life in Texas
This weekend was quiet. The first in a long time. I love guests -- especially family, but I also love the quiet. My husband went to Fort Worth to see our son. It was just me, the dogs and chickens, and [...]
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Apr, 2017
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Apr, 2017
A Foodie's Travels through Life
The first 2 years of my life, my palette was influenced by the Philippines. Mangoes, papayas, guayabano, coconut, and bananas. To this day, I crave those foods. Though we are 2,000 miles apart, I know we both love mangoes. Here [...]
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Apr, 2017
TRAVELING LIFE: A MOTHER’S VIEW
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry. – Jack Kerouac T-R-A-V-E-L is 6 distinct letters combined to create infinite meaning. Far more than going from one place to another, it is a journey. Inside every journey is a [...]
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Apr, 2017
A Daughter's View of Spring
Birds chirping and a ray of sunshine piercing through my carefully drawn shades. Spring is here, finally. For me, it is where it all begins. Where I am finally free to daydream, to travel, to experience new things. I am [...]
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Mar, 2017
Mapping Grief
Dad’s words are elusive. I have pages and pages of his later life, but those that reveal the brief period between leaving Marysville and graduating high school are sparse. They reveal little of what he endured or how he felt. [...]
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Mar, 2017
A Mother's View of Spring
There is a moment, almost radical in pulse, when life bursts from its winter slumber. Flowers slowly rise from the warming ground. Buds discreetly crawl from the craggy arms of seemingly lifeless trees. In a heartbeat, they unfurl in an [...]
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Mar, 2017
A Bird's Eye View of POV & Worldview: A Baby-Boomer and Millenial Mother and Daughter Look at Life
Point of View and Worldview are complex. We are born with our genes to help guide our way, but they are no more than a floor on which to stand. Events mold and shape us as the world evolves, but [...]
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Feb, 2017
Killing a Worldview
Death. I imagine all the ways to deal with such an end. You can come up swinging. Or, you can allow it to be subsumed into a moment in which you become consumed by grief for that now dead world. [...]
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Feb, 2017
Leaving and Loss
When they cleared Marysville, Grandmother pulled over. Tears stained her dress. Uncle Keith, too young to get his license, begged his Mom to drive. Distraught, her distress alarmed the boys. They switched places. On the way to Santa Barbara, she [...]
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Feb, 2017
The Last Letter
When Pearl Harbor happened, it was like an itch that commanded the big scratch. The day it happened, Grandad called his kids in to hear the radio. You could hear a pin drop but for the announcer and his dramatic [...]