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~:: Another Sampler:Summer ::~
I am still not myself. I don’t care about capturing light. I don’t care about writing. I don’t care about making things. The fact that I don’t care about cleaning the house is the only reassuringly normal thing about these … Continue reading
~:: Nests ::~
Once upon a time, now a very long time ago, we children regularly travelled to Chicago to get our teeth fixed. I think about that now—we were living in New York—how impressive that could have sounded: “Hey, I’d LOVE to … Continue reading
~:: For Friends We Never Meet ::~
This is a very little story. It happened in 1994. Or it started there. My parents had organized the second of our two family reunions, this one in Pagosa Springs, Colorado, where they had a time share. I have just … Continue reading
Posted in A little history, Family, friends, Geneva, HappyHappyHappy, Memories and Ruminations, Rachel, The kids
Tagged bracelets, Genevieve and Curtis, Harveys, Mom, silver, sisters
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~:: Flying South ::~
Going to visit my family down south is always a complicated thing for me. For one thing, it’s kind of going home, but not. We moved to that house just before I left for college, so I didn’t live there … Continue reading
And Mommy starts to fade
Among the myriad things my mother taught me—the fastest way to make somebody laugh is to tell them not to, sewing can be fun as long as you don’t get your thumbnail involved in the seams, … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Just life, Memories and Ruminations, Texas, Visits
Tagged age, Mom, music, Texas
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On mommyness—
Jan 16, 2009 I’ve probably said this before, but if I had to choose some identifiable brand for myself, it would probably be Shakespeare’s Bottom. Yes, yes—the joke is built in. Of course, I’m talking about Bottom the Joiner … Continue reading
The Card
(Caution Dick – recycled and refurbished) My mother used to type out her annual Christmas letter so carefully—on a real typewriter, no tech help. After it was perfect, she—I don’t even know how to explain this. She had a flat, … Continue reading
November Ghosts Two: in Lehi
My parents came to visit last month. They haven’t been here in years, mostly because my mother isn’t doing so well. But in October, my brother wanted my dad to come up and ordain him a high priest, and help … Continue reading