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Where The Whapping Trees Are

Where The Whapping Trees Are

Just another day driving the kids from thing to thing. Walmart, Walgreens, gas, soccer, contemplating vacations we can’t afford, the odd noise the engine’s making, talking myself into buying dinner out even though I know it’s healthier if I cook but who am I kidding I...
Happy, Messy Mother’s Day

Happy, Messy Mother’s Day

In honor of Mother’s Day, I share this little beauty: no big bows and neat IKEA furniture here. To everyone else, I was/still am a crummy housekeeper. While true, what I see: my kids getting along playing a new game courtesy of paying the electric bill a little late....
When You Dance With People You Don’t Even Know

When You Dance With People You Don’t Even Know

Sea Shell Stage, Hampton Beach, N.H. I wish I could remember the song that was playing. I’ll have to go through my journals, find the name of it, and write another post to tell you what it was. For now though, I was there one summer evening with three of our kids; the...
Holding Hands with Edna

Holding Hands with Edna

I was at the mailbox one day when my neighbor Edna, my older Filipino friend, pulled up alongside me in her car. As I leaned on the doorframe to talk, Edna took my hand and asked me about my mom. I found it kind of odd at first. As a grown woman, few hold my hand...