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Daily Archives: December 23, 2014
October 13: My Birthday
October 13 October 13, 2010 at 8:56am My twenty year old Mom was watching The Pride of the Yankees when she went into labor…Gary Cooper as Lou Gherig. She loved movies and this was a new release. She was probably … Continue reading
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Remembering Anne North
Remembering Anne North January 14, 2011 at 7:20pm I’ve been thinking about Christina and Tucson. Among the many feelings that have surfaced, there is one long surpressed. It is a strong memory of my young friend Anne North who died … Continue reading
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Fragility and Spirit
Fragility and Spirit February 24, 2009 at 8:38pm I stopped to see my mother at Garden Courte Memory Care today after class and on my way to Tacoma. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of weeks. She’s lost more … Continue reading
Aunt Ethel
Vinton and Jackson Counties in southeastern Ohio were raw when I was a kid. The Appalachian hills round about Wellston and McArthur and Jackson seemed wild places, full of copper head snakes and stills and strip mines and rusty streams. … Continue reading
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Mother Did Not Like to Camp
Mother Did Not Like to Camp March 4, 2009 at 7:27am Mother did not like to camp. That didn’t stop my Father from planning camping trips. We set out one summer for a two week tour of New England. Dad … Continue reading
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Lelah Davis’ Guide to Beauty and Right Living
Lelah Davis’ Guide to Beauty and Right Living March 7, 2009 at 2:52pm 1. Roll up your sleeves: you’ll look ten years younger. 2. Stick scotch tape between your eyebrows when you sleep. It will prevent frown lines from forming. … Continue reading
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Report from a Kayak 2009
Tonight the wind came up. I watched the birth of white caps. A solitary cormorant, head like a worked point, flew low across the bay. Later, the dog and I played fetch the decoy. The cat watched from a bleached … Continue reading
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