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May.17.2012
One of the things I love most about cross-stitch is the way the picture emerges from tiny stitches and colored threads.
It begins with a blob of color that grows with each stitch and each new color from nothing special to something quite beautiful -- if I do it right. I have moments when I get...
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Mar.21.2012
Once upon a time, when I was pregnant with my second child, I began making dresses, lots of frilly, beribboned, and flounced dresses. I had lots of material, a gift from my mother, and plenty of time, and so I cut and sewed and accessorized the dresses with buttons, ribbons, and embroidery. I even...
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Jul.15.2011
There is nothing that makes my fingers itch for a fountain pen quicker than quality stationery and blank note cards. All that empty space begs to be filled in with words and news and weather reports, questions, thanks, and anything else that occurs to me. With that in mind, I decided to subtly...
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Jul.09.2011
I spent an afternoon with my Aunt Sylvia. We met up for one reason but ended up chatting for many more other reasons, one topic that never fails to catch my full undivided attention, Motherhood. She’s now a grandmother, and actually a few good years older than I. This makes me more...
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Apr.11.2011
The grandchildren departed, a bittersweet moment in time...
Their rented minivan moves away down the street as I stand in my driveway waving goodbye. The car contains my son, his wife, and their 4 young daughters (secondarily known as my granddaughters). I am temporarily a man swimming in a paradox...
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Mar.30.2011
My friend Andy and I were discussing this at lunch today. Our grandchildren’s worlds are dramatically different from our own (at the same age).
What can I do for my grandchildren now that will have lasting benefits in a future (beyond my lifetime) that I cannot visit or imagine? How can I improve...
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Mar.20.2011
As the sun-starved trees burst into bloom and the woodland creatures start kicking up their heels, batting their twitterpated eyes and getting frisky, in the background one can hear the unmistakable tickings of a biological clock.
But it isn't mine. Oh, nosiree…it is my mother’s.
You’d think by...
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Jan.01.2011
On November 22nd I had a partial knee replacement, spent 4 days in the hospital, 3 weeks of rehab at the hospital and exercises at home then left for Philadelphia for a Board meeting for the Let Go,Let Peace Come In Foundation (I'm on the Board of Directors); I was already off the walker, off the...
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Oct.04.2010
When they say: You’re never too old, here’s proof they really mean it! Sally Gordon was recently honored as the female exemplar of Outstanding Oldest Worker 2010. Sally is 101! The daughter of Russian immigrants, Sally is one of Nebraska’s treasures. She became the first female assistant sergeant-...
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Sep.27.2010
Another hectic Saturday, and because I've been ill this week I don't have to run any errands. Nope, no negotiating my way through a grocery store filled with harried women and confused men for me today, or waiting for 20 minutes in a short line at the Post Office, while the lady at the counter...
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