A second cup of coffee, a warm, morning chat with friends–a good way to start the day. It’s cloudy, dampish, and chilly out and it’s hard to adjust to getting up a whole hour earlier. I wonder how many of us let Daylight Savings Time steal some of the joy from the morning? Sometimes, it […]
Mar 11, 2017
Cleaning Out That Attic of Memories
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A friend of mine is getting ready to move to a different location. She is going through everything in her house, deciding what she wants and what she doesn’t want. I don’t think she has an attic, but if she did, she’d be sorting through it, keeping, discarding. Why can’t we do that with memories? Why […]
Mar 10, 2017
The Groundhog Made Me Do It
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Did you ever say hello to a groundhog? You might try it some time. The results could amaze you. People are always asking me, “Blanche, where do you get your story ideas?” I smile and say, “Oh, here and there, life, news stories, memories, wild imaginings.” But, that’s not actually the truth. I confess here […]
Mar 8, 2017
Thoughts of My Sister
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When the jonquils bloom in the spring, I think of her–my sister Helen. Maybe it’s because of her March birthday, maybe it’s because those first flowers are so welcome after winter and are such a cheerful sight. My sister was a cheerful, upbeat, lovely person. Some people make the world a better place simply by being. […]
Feb 26, 2017
Meditating About the Past
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Meditating can be good or it can be bad, but it’s important to remember where we’ve been. This post is from four years ago but I still meditate, ruminate, remember, and look back. Ruminating means about the same thing as meditating except that ruminating could refer to a cow chewing her cud slowly, swallowing, burping and […]
Feb 25, 2017
The Hope of Tomorrow
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When night closes in, what would we do without the hope of tomorrow? Yesterday, I tucked another day away and put it in my box of memories. As the sun slid westward, people began returning home from work, the cardinal family came to the bird feeders for a bit of supper, and those busy squirrels, whose diet […]
