F. Liszt
Does anyone remember Victor Borge? He did the phonetic punctuation bit? He also did a bit where he plays a piece by Fliszt. It’s not F. Liszt, of course. You don’t say “M. Ozart,” do you? (more…)
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I wasn’t expecting the grief that surfaced when I was alone at Daddy’s house. (more…)
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Sitting in front of the Mary grotto while my Macie Rose played in the sand, I stared blankly at Momma’s huge rosemary bush, following he twisted branches in and out of the center of the bush. It was...
View ArticleTwo’s Day on Friday
We packed up the diaper bag and headed down to the children’s museum in Fort Point. On Fridays, they have free entry, and it’s so close to Flour Bakery and Barrington Coffee, that there was something...
View ArticleWater, Oil, Fire
Her dress is finished. She has new white shoes. I have enough lace left over to make a headband or a bow for her hair. (more…)
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Blue
berries! Her words are just exploding, though they are hard to articulate. She has morphed “cracker” into a back-of-the-throat “guh-cawh” and “avocado” is something like “clalala.” But she is talking....
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I have to start again somewhere..
And this is how I’m feeling this spring. Today is the feast of the Annunciation–when an angel told a humble woman “Rejoice, Favored One!” and she gave her Fiat. Today is the first day of Holy Week, the...
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On Becoming A Family
I don’t have many words this week. But I want to share this with you. Here are some pictures of our daughter that we’ve never posted online before. Because we couldn’t. These are not all of the ones I...
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Christ is Risen!
Indeed, He is Risen! I know I post this (almost) every year. And I know you might be tired of the same ol’ stuff on Easter, but that’s the thing about a Mystery. You can come back to it again and again...
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Article 6
Today is Momma’s birthday. She would have been 63. Four years ago, when she died, her birthday fell on Easter Sunday. She missed it by just a month. I am missing her in all sorts of new ways this time...
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Boston..
Every year when we were in Boston we watched the marathoners run by. There was the year we sat atop a grassy hill (just after Heartbreak) with wine, ahem, I mean juice and cheese and salami. There was...
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On Material Things
She hadn’t bought me nail polish for years. Perhaps since I was a little girl. But I had been pitting cherries for her jam all afternoon and my nails looked awful. Certainly not nice enough for church...
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Enough
You know, I used to long for a big family. Twenty-three children was not too many. I saw myself barefoot and pregnant for a majority of my married life. I would have been happy to count the number of...
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Christmastime Is Here
Dear Family and Friends, Christmas is a time of memory. It seeps in through every aspect of the season and floods our hearts to overflowing. It is beautiful and rich and sometimes sorrowful, but there...
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Old Friends
I hadn’t even seen them, except in pictures, for more than three years. And I wasn’t expecting to see them for several more months, at least. You see, fine china isn’t a daily necessity a mere two...
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