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January
2022
Don places a small table in front of the family room fireplace. I pull out a beautiful tablecloth, champagne goblets, good china and silverware. He brings his harmonicas to have handy. Sometimes he accompanies our celebration by playing along with favorite tunes. This is our New Year’s ritual. We love celebrating in the quiet of
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December
2021
Our four granddaughters ages eighteen to twenty-six, receive personal letters from us each Christmas. Don and I first chat about their challenges and growth over the previous year. Then I fashion our observations into a letter. He looks it over and offers feedback. We do this out of our love for each of them. This
02
November
2021
Calm. That is how I feel. My feet firmly planted in front of this iconic Parisian bookstore. Last night was tumultuous. I had an awful bout of food poisoning. Don and I argued over my latest plan: Occupy Shakespeare and Company. He warned me, “You might get us thrown in jail!” Yep, that is what
02
October
2021
He looks to be in his early 90s. He is well-dressed in a suit, white shirt and a tie. I watch as he approaches one of the many others who wait their turn at Wheaton Eye Clinic. He asks a woman across from me a question and then hands her a paper. Now he turns
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September
2021
Cold brass of the handle meets my hand. I open the turquoise trimmed door. Once inside the scent of Sophia’s cooking greets me. I enter this familiar place of warmth. Women Writing to Unfold Retreat is held here, at Mabel Dodge Luhan’s House in Taos, New Mexico. A circle of women and I gather every year
02
August
2021
“Oh, your garden is so beautiful!” My friend exclaims as she focuses on fluffy headed hydrangea. Then elephant ear hostas catch her attention. Slowly she takes in different plantings. My view is of dandelions that push up between the seams in the driveway. I am aware that spiderwort plants need to be cut back. Creeping
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July
2021
It is a muggy summer morning. The calendar says it’s July. How can that be? The first half of the year now vanishes into misty memories. Every year around July fourth, I scratch my head in wonder, “How did half a year fly by? Each day has twenty-four hours. Yet the first half of the
02
June
2021
Scents of sweetgrass and sage hang in the air after our women’s circle. I replace the rattle and other objects back into my basket. There is one thing I cannot pack away. Circles are always touching. Today’s is. We listen as two women tell us about their grandmothers who died recently. Tender tears roll down
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May
2021
We are still doing our pandemic photo purge. In the process, we unearthed old audio tapes. What a treasure trove. We found recordings from 1979. The tapes were made by my family and me. We sent them to each other while I studied in Spain. Listening to the tapes stirs up lots of emotions. Deb
02
April
2021
Tiny tender reddish leaves appear on our blaze maple tree. Daffodils add patches of bright yellow to our barely awake garden. Tulip leaves poke through the soil with a promise of flowers to follow. Spring is a season of promise. A full pink moon appears on April 26th. It is named for Spring’s earliest widespread
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