Today I honor all the wonderful women in my life. The one I was born to and the ones I was born with, who get me for who I am and encourage with love and honesty though I don’t always make sense. The one who recognizes me most of the time, but is most intimately [...]

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Way back when, in about 1969 or so, my Cousin Wiley and I went to play in the woods and he got us lost. He was older and he was in charge, so yes, by default, he got us lost. We were missing most of the day and my mom had her friends and the [...]

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For my Mama and Hosa. Merry Christmas 2009. Last night my family sat down to watch The Homecoming. Everyone was in town for Christmas Dinner a night early, and it was kind of cool to be watching the original Walton’s movie with my sisters and mom, since we actually lived right there in Walton Country [...]

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Living Out Loud. ( v11). Tis the gift to be simple. The 2009 Christmas season has been an unusual one. Instead of the traditional parties, getting together with friends, and full-on house decorating, most of my time has been spent going through everything I own and weeding it down to the 4 or 5 plastic [...]

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Living Out Loud. ( v11). Tis the gift to be simple. ~ by Janet My four year old daughter, Maggie, hums herself to sleep. She says she hums because it keeps her bad dreams away. I find this pretty amazing. She was born in China, thousands of miles between us and I too hum myself [...]

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I just came close to having a meltdown, but I cleaned the bathroom instead. It’s 1:31pm on the second full day of the November Nor’Easter. The dogs and I just got back from a walk up the street to check the water levels, and the neighborhood is still basically cut off from the rest of [...]

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The packing has begun in earnest. I’ve been at it for about 20 minutes and I’m already overwhelmed. I have this idea that all I want to take with me to LA is me, my dogs, my clothes and of course, the cameras and computer. But when I start going through the boxes that sat [...]

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