Category: The Gallery
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These Gifts.
Last night, my Bear came downstairs unable to sleep but moving drowsily. He curled his little body on the couch next to me and leaned into me, half-standing, half-laying while I wrapped my arm around him. I don’t know how long he was there with his head in my lap, but I remember thinking, “I…
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Lows and Highs
“I’m cold Mommy! And my life is so twagic when you ah (are) too sick to hold me.” “Oh, Mothah! This wowk (work) is so much mowah (more) pleasant when they-ah (there) is music to bless ow-ah (our) hahts (hearts)!” Oh, how I love this girl! Every precious speck of her deep, beautiful, dramatic soul!
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An Ever-Fixed Mark
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken… (Shakespeare, Sonnet 116)
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Our Christmas Gift
It’s boys grown tall and snowball fights to begin. It’s the first taste of snow and her sweet impish grin. It’s snow angels to make and neighbors to greet. It’s warmth by the fire and popcorn to eat. It’s hot chocolatey goodness and old movies to view. It’s stirring the batter and making some stew.…
A Spring of Joy 