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Sunday Night Despair? Stir Fry!

Sunday Night Despair? Stir Fry!

Right. It’s Sunday night—the time I used to sit down to write and share the latest incident with Dad for my blog Sundays with Dad. I mean, three years of that created a bit of a ritual. Now, even though Dad’s not around anymore, it doesn’t mean a ritual disappears. In...
Imperfectly Perfect?

Imperfectly Perfect?

Sunday night, a good mystery, a fire in the fireplace…I stare at the flames and think of cooking–both need the right balance of timing, heat and attention. I hadn’t planned a dinner party in a while. Making plans is not my preferred way of doing...
Triplet of Laughter

Triplet of Laughter

“The waves are HUGE! White caps! Come look!” Todd sounded like a little boy discovering the water for the first time.  “Where?” I said walking into the room not yet awake.  “There! Oop…here comes another set!” It looked more...
Night Visitors

Night Visitors

It’s 3:00 a.m. and I wake up when Todd says, “There’s a critter in your closet.” Silence… “Rose is in there.” Good, I think, go back to sleep. “…now it’s behind the bed.” “Sweetie, I don’t...
Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day

Every year, my husband and I agree that we don’t have to celebrate Valentine’s Day because we don’t need a designated day to say our love is special. Some years we agree not to get each other a card. On others, we agree to get one. One year, Todd...

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