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Read Me a Story…
One of my favorite memories is being read to by either my mom or my dad. They have very different reading styles. My mom went for the dramatic, doing the voices and the drama build. My dad had this endearing semi-monotone, altered only by volume. We all loved both styles, though I think Dad got…
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It’s Bigger on the Inside
I saw a commercial for, well, it was a toy set. The commercial was so frenetic, I wasn’t sure exactly what they were selling, but it was a toy set of some kind. Dolls in a hot tub, stuff like that. It had everything. The dolls, the house, yes, even the hot tub (minus any…
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Remembering New Orleans #lettershome
So, a long time ago, I wrote a column for my hometown paper called “Letters Home.” I don’t remember how many of them ended being published (or why they stopped being published), but it was fun to share my getting to know New Orleans—and me getting used to New Orleans—in the columns. The writing…
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The Road Home
Tomorrow is release day for Worry Beads: The Big Uneasy 4!! Another reason to be grateful it is Friday? lol Hope it’s a wonderful day and your weekend, too! Perilously yours, Pauline
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Dirt Roads With My Dad
That’s because he was not given to lots of expression, (you had to look into his eyes to see what he was feeling), or get him telling stories. One of his favorite things to do was load us in the family wheels and head for the mountains. We’ve driven many roads like this with my…
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Vintage Memory Lane
As part of our unpacking of the move from a deep, hot place, I’ve been unearthing things I’d forgotten I had. Haphazardly stuffed in one badly packed box, I found a tiny shoebox full of random photographs. Top left is my little brother Bryan on Christmas morning with Grandma Gwynn looking on. I love seeing…
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Red and Blue Memories
My mom had two daughters. One of them (not me) had blue eyes and became the wearer of blue. I did not have red eyes but was assigned red as “my” color because, according to my mom, I looked good in red. It is possible that, for a time, I had issues with red.…
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Sweet Sounds of Summer
Since our move back to Wyoming, life has been very interesting. We’ve had an epic winter for snow (been thirty years…the last time we visited in the winter…hmmmm…) and much Life Happening. But the other night when I opened the windows and I heard the sound of the sprinklers going, I was carried back to…
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A Door to the Past
I almost forgot I’d blogged before about doors, both closed and open. This door, of course, is on the Alamo, but it is a very cool door. This week I’m mulling a different door—one to my past. I went home this month and that door creaked open (not the one in the picture, the one…
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Life is an Invitation
Life is an invitation. I don’t always feel that way. Sometimes it feels like life is a bat, but when I look at this photo the hubs took, I feel wonder and anticipation. I like feeling that. I grew up with mountains on the horizon. I used to like to look up and see them.…