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What Remains?
It is a month since the gifts were opened. A month since our floor was littered with torn scraps of red and green paper, empty gift bags, and crumpled ribbons. The candles of Advent are melted and misshapen. The garlands and…
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Groundhogs and Second Chances
Every February 2, it’s the same old thing. I’m not talking about the over-hyped hoopla surrounding the appearance of Punxsutawney Phil, the famous (infamous?) groundhog from Pennsylvania. Today’s entry isn’t as rooted in superstition or tradition as the emergence of the…
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Hanging on for Dear Life
The north wind was strong and fierce, swirling and gusting, moving lawn chairs and tables, and “rearranging” the potted plants of Johnny Jump-ups that bravely decorated the patio. The predicted cold front, what we Texans call a blue norther arrived as…
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Peridot
Wistful envy suffused my face as I walked the aisles of the local Woolworth’s variety store. My favorite red Keds (the ones with the rubber toes) barely made a sound on the polished wood floors. It was an August afternoon in…
