Late in the afternoon at my July 4th family reunion, we joined in a new tradition... a balloon release. Red, white and blue helium balloons, each representing a loved one who has passed away, were loosed, as we said good-byes to grandparents, mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, sisters, brothers, cousins and friends. It was … Continue reading Flying free
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Reconciliation
With all my nostalgia over childhood July 4th celebrations, I got homesick for Tennessee. I’m headed back this weekend for our family reunion, an annual tradition of more than 80 years. Apparently, so may my estranged brother ~ my only sibling. Someone who I’ve gone years without speaking to or seeing. Over the last several … Continue reading Reconciliation
Tastes like sunshine
I sliced up the first tomato from my garden today for lunch. It was sweet, and juicy and tasted like sunshine. If you've only had tomatoes from a grocery and never one still warm from the vine... you don't know what you're missing... pure ambrosia. This season I've actually paid attention to my garden. Watering … Continue reading Tastes like sunshine
Do as I say, not as I do…
Yesterday the Mister and I marked a quarter of a century married ~ our Silver Anniversary. When I was much younger, I imagined couples reaching 25 years together were, while not exactly old, at least considered mature. As a couple we have weathered many ups and downs, great joys and heartbreaking sorrows. As a couple … Continue reading Do as I say, not as I do…
A new recipe
As much as I once loved him, now I can’t stand the sarcastic tone of his voice. Gawd, how I hate that man! His smug, condescending arrogance grates on my very last nerve. He treats me more like one of his vapid office subordinates than his wife of 40 years. “You’ve outdone yourself, a delicious … Continue reading A new recipe
Dreams do come true
Next Tuesday is my Silver Anniversary... 25 years married to the same man. Well over half my life devoted to one person. We met while in college. He was a mere baby of 19 and I was the older, wanton woman of 20. Factoring in the three years we were together before we married, the … Continue reading Dreams do come true
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