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The Sun’s Palm

The sun has no voice, surely, so I must have imagined that call.  It summoned me outside as it continued its ascent in the bright, early hours of the morning after Thanksgiving.  The striated rosy and berry pinks of dawn over the hill behind…
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On Sibling Bonds, and Remembering Jane

In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I'm re-sharing a tribute to my beloved late sister, who left us 10 years ago this summer after a five-year battle against the disease.  Please remember the millions of women who still need our help…
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Heat Exhaustion

A Labor Day weekend survey of the garden is a such a dreary exercise. The petunias in the window box, big favorites of the hummingbirds and bees this summer, droop sadly in apparent surrender to the late-summer weather scourge. Their dry,…
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One Brief Shining Moment

It was one of those golden moments, the kind that linger in memory, perhaps more powerful because it was utterly unexpected. It began with one of those instincts you can’t suppress, because it is rooted deep in your bone marrow.  We were…
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The Coffee Dancer

I went back in time yesterday.  Just for a little while---long enough for breakfast. The scene was a favorite hangout in my old neighborhood, a deli that used to be one of a type easily found all over town.  You know the kind I mean: …
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Wordle Woes

GROAN. Is it a high-potential starting word in America’s favorite word game?  Three good consonants, two frequent vowels…a good opening volley this morning? Or, is it the SOUND that erupted painfully from my throat, scaring the dog,…
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In Scarlet Glory

Hello, Gorgeous. So you’re back, are you?  Yes, here you are, in all your tempting ruby glory.  I can’t get enough of you, and I don’t care who knows it. There are those who may say (sing it, Andy Williams) that the year-end holidays…
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A Humbling Thing

Editor's note:  This week G-ma welcomes a guest writer.  She's our beloved sister, and we'll call her G-aunt here. Enjoy G-aunt's reflections on how deftly small children put us in our places and teach us what only they can. He’s named…
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The HOPE Special

I don’t think I could have done it. Not then, not so soon. It would have been too painful to say the word “hope” just days after our community joined hundreds of others across America, paralyzed and grief-stricken.  As we have watched…
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