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If only

If only I had not grown up in the snowbelt of Western NY and was afraid of driving when the weather forecast called for 3-6″ of fresh snow to fall in four hours. If only I had not allowed my … Continue reading

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Ho ho oh…

You’d think that I would have plenty of options. After all, I love taking pictures. It seems like it would be a given that I would have photos of the four of us (and maybe a few with four-legged friends … Continue reading

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The first step is acknowledgement

I will admit to a little bit of gross factor. I will say that my “I’m turning into a country girl” bravado has taken a step back. I will acknowledge that I will be thinking about more than just “Am … Continue reading

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Going on a bear hunt

Say it along with me now… Going on a bear hunt. (Going on a bear hunt.) Gonna catch a bear. (Gonna catch a bear.) Got my gun. Got my my monster truck. Got my Amish friends. Let’s go. *** The … Continue reading

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Still alive? (or: No, the mules didn’t lock me in the barn)

Yep, I am still alive. Still here. Still kickin’. Still playing ball with the dog, feeding hay to the mules, cleaning up the presents that the cat leave behind. Still breathing. I have not, clearly, been typing much. Or taking … Continue reading

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Couldn’t have said it better myself

I usually clean out the girls’ backpacks at the end of the school week to make sure I don’t miss anything important or leave a pb&j sandwich in the bottom for three days. Trust me when I say that isn’t … Continue reading

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Still learning

He came back from Colorado over two weeks ago and soon afterwards four canvas tarps were hanging on our back fence. No explanation from the Country Boy, so I did what comes naturally – tried to figure it out for myself. Maybe … Continue reading

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