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Earth School is hard. That is what the magnet on my refrigerator says. I had it printed and placed it there to remember this wisdom. Don’t get me wrong. Life is beautiful! There is much joy to experience. But life is also hard. Just a few minutes of news reveals the depth of
I am afraid. I want to quit. I don’t know how to do this. I am in over my head. Will what I’m doing really make any difference? These thoughts have visited me over last five years. Some are very recent. Birthing the documentary has been magical, fun, and hard. Sharing my self-doubts at this
Red raspberries in my bowl transport me back to my 10-year-old self. Brambles arch over our backyard fence. We pluck raspberries from their prickle-covered branches. We fill a colander with these tangy delights. A few land in my mouth and don’t make it to their intended destination. Mom waits in our kitchen to fold them
Spoons click against bowls that hold hearty homemade soup. Steaming broth surrounds chunks of vegetables in every shape and color. A delightful aroma fills the air. Sun sparkles on fresh snow outside our window. Blue jays, cardinals and sparrows flit from feeder to branch. Don and I silently eat and watch nature’s show. I ask
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
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
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
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
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
“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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