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December 12, 2018
It’s All Fun And Games Until A Pumpkin Pie Ends Up In Your Hands
Cut my pie into four pieces, I don’t think I could eat eight. Yogi Berra Sometimes, you go to Costco (in the middle of the afternoon in December, of all things) to get something and, as you’re walking back to the car, your husband has an idea. You put your purchases in the car, turn
December 11, 2018
All That Matters
Glory to God in the highest Glory to God evermore Good news, great joy for all Melody breaks through the silence Christ, the Savior is born! Jesus, the love song of God! Jesus, the love song of God! Chris Tomlin, Midnight Clear (Love Song) I’m paying for a small purchase in the, surprisingly, quiet store.
December 10, 2018
A Reading Afternoon
It turns out to be the kind of Sunday afternoon I wait for all year. It’s cloudy after church so, instead of going out to take photos as we thought we might, Gerry switches on the fireplace and we curl up for the afternoon with quilts and books. The only thing that would make it
December 9, 2018
Saturday in December
Saturday in December? I’ll stay home where it’s quiet, thank you very much. But I propose something else after we enjoy a late lunch, and a game of Qwirkle (the house favourite): a drive with our cameras to see what we can see. Gerry is all for it. We gather our cameras and related paraphernalia,
December 8, 2018
Oh Deer
How can you waste time? You have only so much to use, and no matter what you do, it still passes. Felix Salten, Bambi’s Children There he is, munching on the Virginia creeper vines which, in my mind, can’t be too tasty at this time of year as they’re mostly sticks. Perhaps the yearling
December 7, 2018
Five Minute Friday – Balance
I’ve come to sing you a song called December. Ryan Murphy, Down with the Ship I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s BALANCE) and write for five minutes about it. I have no intention of stepping a foot outside today, except for
December 6, 2018
Absurdity and Wisdom
When it comes to the business of how do you become a human being, how do you manage to believe, how do you have faith in a world that gives you 14,000 reasons every week not to believe, how do you survive . . . at that level we all have the same story, and
December 5, 2018
One Holy Evening
It starts with butterflies, it usually does. Any time I have to go somewhere new—in the evening especially—I get nervous, start second-guessing, and wondering if there’s a way I can get out of it. I know these women, some better than others. They know my story—they’ve read my book—no need to pull on a mask before
In the silence of a midwinter dusk there is far off in the deeps of it somewhere a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be only the sound of the silence itself. You hold your breath to listen. . . For a second you catch a whiff in the air of
There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges. Ernest Hemingway Gerry and his brother head up to the ski hill, I head downstairs to the sanctuary of the woman cave to play with words and blast some
