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Mar.17.2012
Our road can appear very small at times. Take today for example. Our walk out resulted in an encounter of four or five cars in the space of ten minutes and we were feeling exasperated, close to cursing, frustrated and honestly indignant that the road should host cars when we tried to walk along...
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Mar.14.2012
We have a big kettle of memories that settle inside us on simmer, quietly refusing to reach boil, reluctant to allow the whistle to blow, content to, most of the time at least, allow nothing to touch them, to disrupt the mellow sense of acceptance. Now and then though they do surface and it is only...
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Mar.12.2012
It is only now, as the new barbecue grill has taken its rightful place on the patio, that I can be reassured Spring has truly arrived. Something changes in me once the smell of grilled food wafts through the air and suddenly I am renewed and find myself donning flip flops and already planning...
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Mar.09.2012
Friday is soupy. It requires vision to see beyond the fog that descends on the town land and it easily cancels out the stone walls and the blossoming Willow trees to the north of the house. I peer out through the kitchen window to try to discern the hens as they waddle around the garden, pecking at...
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Mar.07.2012
I live for good food. It binds the table and the family into a tight knot. We gather in the evening like lost souls in search of salvation. The night brings the March sleet and the North wind and yet nothing stops us from the pleasure that the meal promises, in a way, guarantees a loosening of the...
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Mar.01.2012
Having thought about my Red Room hero I have come to the conclusion that it has to be the written word. The word comes in all guises. It swoops in when everything appears hopeless. It musters up hope. It cries and laughs and gives solace in the deepest darkest of places. It never lets one down. It...
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Mar.01.2012
There is nothing quite like a walk on the beach to clear the head and get things into perspective. So as the day evolved into another mild, sunny afternoon I managed to pry H away from his desk, load up the dogs and head off to what we call 'the swamp', a much loved walk taken by locals and...
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Feb.24.2012
Oh the glorious day drifted into me like soft bog cotton on the wind and I was all set to embrace it. I honoured it by baking two loaves of bread first thing and by ten a.m. they cooled on the countertop like a beautiful gift, sifted with seeds and brimming with goodness. I knew it was going to be...
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Feb.22.2012
I didn't know what to do with myself today. I fumbled around in the morning like someone who badly needed a map but even if I had a map I would have looked at the lines like they were written in code and hidden holes would have looked like they wanted to eat me up. I moved around for a...
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Feb.20.2012
Figure clad in black walks down the narrow road at barely past seven a.m. and I watch him disconsolate to see his head cast down, his hands in the pockets of his useless raincoat, a scurry to his frame. I close the blinds and carry on thrusting myself into the day where loss waits for me like a...
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Feb.15.2012
It was the way the sun fell in spasms on the back lawn that lured me into the garden. The way the sunlight hit the chicken run like a supreme thing that made me untie my apron strings and discard the call of household duties. I felt Spring was in the air as I stood in the yard and listened to the...
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Feb.11.2012
I went down the hall to turn on the lamp to throw some light into the shadows and noted that the porch door was open. I went to close it and it was then that I saw the sky had turned into a blush of apricot dotted with grey puffs that turned blue as the evening grew darker. I stood still, held by a...
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Feb.09.2012
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I hope you will like my heart-shaped cookies. Like them! thanks Mary!!!
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Feb.07.2012
There is nothing more reassuring than a kitchen to get you through the bad days. I know many people might disagree with me but I have to say that for me, coming home, to the kitchen is the most satisfying and comforting part of my day.
I come in the back door. Small dog greets me. She...
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Feb.04.2012
Gotta say love my dashboard. It is a zig zag of a moutain range I lived beneath in New Mexico. A random plateau rising and falling, now and then without any sense whatsoever. Still beautiful, the outline a work of art. Whoever the hell is reading my blogs thank you. THANK YOU. I mean I must...
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there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.
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—Raymond Carver
About Mary
I live in the west of Ireland. I enjoy writing in many forms, prose, drama, poetry and short pieces for radio. I am also a fanatical baker.
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Stag's Leap - Sharon Olds, The Picture of Dorian Grey - Oscar Wilde, The Bell Jar - Slyvia Plath, Unless - Carol Shields, A Moveable Feast - Hemingway, The Sea...
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