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Easter weekend I made my favorite icing, tinted it pink and worked with a wide butter knife to spread it across the gentle curves of lemon cupcakes. It was my Grandmother’s recipe, the only icing I’ve ever really liked. The recipe got me...
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Every day they give some report of what he did or didn’t do. “The bad boy was there today.” “When he lays down while the teacher reads, they say, ‘Don’t do that.’” “He got a red face today.” Preschool is their first foray into the wide world beyond our...
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Yesterday afternoon, the setting sun tinted the fog a rosy pink and the trees, darkened by the rain, stood out stark against a backdrop of cotton candy. It looked like a scene straight out of a fairytale. Today great gusts of wind work to sweep away the...
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(Here I am around age 5 with two of my first kittens. It was always love at first sight.) Instinct led her to lift the small mewing creature with pin-prick paws to her chest, pressing it close to where her own heart beat. And instinct bade the poor kitten...
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Me and my “bitty-boy,” enjoying the rope swing. She asked what my sense of God was and it came like a flash in my mind. Levi is my “uppie” boy still at three and a half. Lately he’s taken to bargaining to achieve a place on my hip. “If you take me...
