Grieving :

What dreams may come

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Thatdad's latest book was just released. As usual, the publishers sent us a box. My favorite part of my dad's publications was always searching for myself somewhere in the book, since he loved to include stories of Thatbrother and I. This[...]

enter the holiday season

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It's Thanksgiving weekend up here in the great white north (colder climate means earlier harvest which calls for an earlier celebration of said harvest and the original reason for our early holiday weekend) so of course I've been[...]

February Made Me Shiver*

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The phone rang at 6:30 a.m.. By the time I had realized it wasn't the alarm it had already gone to voicemail. As I listened to the message, Thatboy was already calling in and taking the day off work. What followed was the longest drive of my life.[...]

What a dfference a year makes

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Today marks 2 years since Thatdad's death. Last weekend Thatmom and I were talking about this anniversary. She asked if I had any feelings related to the date. I didn't. I told her that it could have been any day, I didn't tie any[...]

The worst part of having a pet

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When I was a little girl I was always fishing for pets. Once a year I would come to my parents with a science fair project that inevitably included some kind of animal. Whether it was betta fish and music, or rats in a Skinner maze. And since it[...]

a new turn on the rollercoaster

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Today I feel like I'm waking up from a hazy nightmare. For the past two and a half months I've felt like I've been asleep and wandering through a nightmare fog that clung like cold, miserable mist no matter where I was or what I was doing.[...]

happy new year and happy charcuterie

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I was surprised last night to find that I was having a harder time with New Year's Eve than I had with Christmas. I suppose the symbolism of New Year's had something to do with it. I think our little family managed to[...]

what's harder than the first christmas?

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Christmas was difficult but maybe made easier by the haze of grief that still covered every waking moment and allowed a shield of numbness to protect me from the pain of Mom's absence.  That fog of initial grief has lifted a little now[...]

Summer Makes Me Crabby Week: Crabmeat Casserole

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My buddy Faye keeps bugging me to blog about the half marathon I ran a couple weeks back, and I promise I'll get to it - some time before she heads back to the desert, but life throws some unexpected curve balls, doesn't it? I was recently[...]

The good die young; the best choose how they go.

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I was 16 when I lost the first person of great personal relevance to me - alright, it was Kurt Cobain and I was under the influence of great angst and the grunge movement - true, I had experienced the loss of my grandparents prior to Kurt's[...]