November 13, 2018

  Time heals all wounds. That’s what they say, whoever “they” are. I think time partially heals all wounds, or at least some wounds. Deaths in the family, for instance. Does one ever fully heal from the wound of losing someone who’s always been there? If the lost one was loved in the truest sense, I think not. The memory of those we love is precious and our loss leaves an oozing, gaping wound at worst. A deep ache at… Read more

November 7, 2018

  I apologize for being so quiet lately. A few days after I wrote about my Great Aunt Florencee, she died in a car accident. I continued to write through that news, my mourning, and helping Mom through her mourning, even though I was distracted. Six weeks after Florencee’s death, my Aunt Virginia died suddenly from a heart attack. Maybe two unexpected, shocking deaths so close together has discouraged me from sitting down at the computer and knocking out highly… Read more

October 18, 2018

Every morning, Shaun and I wake up, let the dogs out, and eat breakfast together. Three or four days a week, it’s a fairly long breakfast. Not because there’s so much food, but because the company is exquisite, and if I must whip up a tuna sandwich for lunch instead of a big, thick roast because we talked too long, so be it. We’d rather have each other than a feast. Eat to live, not live to eat. That’s been… Read more

October 16, 2018

  Melania Trump said last week that she is the most bullied person in the world. She then corrected herself to say she was one of the most bullied people in the world. I suppose the accuracy of that statement could be determined by how one defines bullying, but I believe her point wasn’t so much that she’s one of the most bullied, as it was that she isn’t being treated with kindness. I would agree. Many hurtful comments have… Read more

October 4, 2018

  One of my first expressions of anger that I can recall was when I was quite small. Three or four years old, perhaps. My brothers and I, and possibly a few cousins, were all playing together. There was a bunk bed, which I think were my brothers’, and we were all having good, innocent enough fun … until someone threw me off the top bunk. I either truly sprained my leg or rallied and won a copious amount of… Read more

October 2, 2018

Given the way my social media apps are looking, it’s clearly time to, for the most part, shut them down. As I’ve mentioned before, I unfollowed almost all political outlets a while back. But with something as uproarious as the Ford/Kavanaugh debacle, articles get through my feeds, and in no time, I’ve no idea where my in real life friends have disappeared to, but I become privy to petty facts such as Brett Kavanaugh having thrown ice when he was… Read more

September 27, 2018

Sometimes, it’s easier said than done to take a respite from Orchard House. I don’t travel well, the only foods I can eat don’t travel too well, and with all the responsibilities we have at home or near home, we find staying around is often easier than trying to take a break. But when we do manage a vacay, we are better off for it. Yesterday, we went antelope hunting, which took us you know where …. Home, home on… Read more

September 25, 2018

  My husband and I celebrated twenty-nine years of marriage this week. He has always been the breadwinner. I’ve always been the wife and mom who (sometimes) stays home. When I was very young, my goals included those two things: get married, have a family. Even for my day, I was pretty old-fashioned. Today, I suppose I’m even more antiquated in my ways, depending on what tribe you hang with and talk to most. It’s rare to find women who… Read more

September 21, 2018

  If there’s anything I’ve learned about relationships, it’s that there’s always two sides to a story. The relationship, whatever it may have been, between Kavanaugh and Ford is no exception. She claims he sexually assaulted her. He claims he didn’t. What is unnerving is that that’s as far as the facts go, thus far. Christine Blasey Ford cannot remember the date, the time, or the place of the alleged sexual assault. But in going public with the accusation, she… Read more

September 18, 2018

I just finished reading The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, by John Boyne. I saw the movie a few years back, which I now know stays very true to the book. I’d highly recommend both to you. Not because I love the story, but because everyone needs to be reminded from time to time that we as a human race are capable of doing the worst possible injustices to man, woman, and child. The boy in the striped pajamas is… Read more

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