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She never wore red, although it was her favorite color. But when she died, her coffin was draped with red roses, soft as velvet. And so in the end, dressed in a soft pink housecoat, she wore red and I stood over her casket in black with a red leather purse...
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He gave me a red stone. A ruby pendant dangled, round and full like a pomegranate, wrapped in the Sunday comics, the only colored pages in the midst of stories told in black and white. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, and I did....
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Did you know that A Field of Wild Flowers hosts a private online Book Club? You can read more about it HERE. This past fall 18 people from all across the States (and one from New Zealand!) participated in a six week discussion of Parker...
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Perfect, our lanky kitten with white paws and chin, welcomes me to the day. I carry her tucked under my arm and close to my chest and she rattles and shakes with a crackling purr as we descend the stairs together. I welcome the day with a large...
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Don’t you just love this old picture I stumbled across online? [The holiday break’s officially over and as I headed out to wait for the bus with the older two, the twins were ecstatic to have a few moments to themselves to “steal” something...
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My husband made a shovel for gathering the ashes out of our wood stove in the mornings. Before that we were using my son’s plastic beach shovel, but hot coals and plastic, well . . . He made the scoop out of a tin can which, up until dinner...
