“I never said that!” I said in shocked denial.
My four kids exchanged looks. The youngest, Sammy, always the spokesperson, answered, “Mom, we all heard you say it. You said it.”
“You guys are making this up. You’re just trying to pull a fast one on me.”
“Mom,” Sammy said, “you did say it. And you meant it.”
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The people you know go everywhere, right? Nobody is restricted to a geographical area these days. So when something happens half way around the world—an earthquake, a cyclone—we are struck immediately by the thought, I know somebody who’s there. I thought that we kept track of distant disasters because we had instant communication, but that’s not it. It’s because we know somebody.
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Each spring brings a wave of honey consumption into my life. Local honey. Not because I love the sweet taste, although it is good. Not because I need to add calories to my diet; I clearly don’t. No, it’s about spring allergies. Local honey helps bring the sneezing, sniffling, itching throat and burning eyes under control. Another measure I’ve reluctantly learned to take in the battle against the runny nose is to wash out my sinuses with salt water. Ew. I like the non-drug, old timey remidies because . . .
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Who is the wind beneath your wings? A friend, spouse, parent, religion? Do you have someone supporting and encouraging you?
I’m not convinced that I do. I think I do much more holding than being held. This is not all bad, particularly if you’re the independent sort of introvert like I am. It helps if you aren’t prone to loneliness.
But there’s always an underlying foundation in every person. Probably put there by a combination of genetics and parenting. Or birth order. Or circumstance. What’s holding you aloft?
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Somehow cookie dough had become a test of her motherhood. She looked at the chocolate chip cookie dough, rife with uncooked eggs, and then at her 4 year old twins. Kelly, the bolder of the two, asked, “Can we have a bite?” and both sets of innocent brown eyes turned up to her, waiting.
She had to decide now, no deliberating. She hated decisions like that. Was she the kind of mom who let her kids eat raw eggs? Or was she the kind of mom who made them wait until the cookies came out of the oven, safely cooked to a germ-free perfection?
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Remember Shane from way back in ‘53? Sad woman begging handsome Alan Ladd to “come back, Shane.” Well, now I’m the sad woman, standing at the window watching the hummingbird feeder and crying “come back, hummers.”
The lore here in New Mexico is that the hummers arrive on Tax Day. Well April 15 came and went, birdy, and I haven’t seen a sign of you yet. Come back.
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I heard on the radio that wild fires have caused damage in the small Colorado town of Ordway. I can’t hear the word “Ordway” without thinking of meadowlarks.
Years ago, my dad took me fishing at a lake near Ordway. A tiny puddle of a lake, with a shore built of large rocks. The fields around the lake were crowded with meadowlarks. I sat on a rock enchanted, hypnotized, by the songs of the birds coming at me from all sides: meadowlark surround sound. It was one of those amazing, awe inspiring moments in life that never leave . . .
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My favorite fictional character probably should be given by decade. If I start with the current decade, it would be one of the female sleuths–maybe Kate Shugak or Dr. Temperance Brennan. This would be the Temperance in the books, not the TV show character: they are vastly different. I also get quite a laugh from Kinsey Millhone in all her sleuthing efforts.
Going back a decade, I should select one of the mythological archetypes from Women Who Run with the Wolves rather than a character from a novel. I think I read that book for 10 years straight, again and again.
The decade before that . . .
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Four year old Shannon stood on a kitchen chair so she could reach the soapy dishwater and wash the dishes just like mommy. She washed a plate and held it up in her small hands, proud to be so grown up, such a good girl.
By age 14, Shannon’s imprinting process had veered in new, more dangerous, directions aimed at making her as little like . . .
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If my life were music it would be smooth jazz playing lightly, almost unnoticed. The music would be cheerfully melodic when anyone stopped to pay attention for a few seconds. Anyone who listened intently, however, would notice that the bass line was complex and throbbing and laid a unique path through the tune. The bass line would quietly maintain its own rhythm and meaning, dancing beneath the louder guitars and pianos.
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