Mothers are dead. Children are far away, one overseas who celebrates mothers in March, so may not know when Mother’s Day occurs here in the United States. Husband is on Martha’s Vineyard. I am alone with my thoughts. It doesn’t matter, but there is no one to fêtê me, no one with whom to celebrate.…
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Suprise Me
Alone on Mother’s Day
Prompted By Mother’s Day
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Mothers are dead. Children are far away, one overseas who celebrates mothers in March, so may not know when Mother’s Day occurs here in the United States. Husband is on Martha’s Vineyard. I am alone with my thoughts. It doesn’t matter, but there is no one to fêtê me, no one with whom to celebrate.…
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Here’s to Life
Prompted By Final Farewell
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” I want lots of roses,” my sister said. This was the first time she directly spoke about the inevitability of her death, acknowledging that some kind of farewell or celebration would be held for her. And she had a few ideas. I grabbed a note pad and we started planning what would become a…
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Hillary
Prompted By Women We Admire
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Hillary. Rodham. Clinton She has been a woman I admire since 1992. There is so much I could say about her, but like the speaker “who needs no introduction” and then gets one anyway, it just doesn’t seem necessary. Everyone knows about her, and all the truths and lies that have been attached to her…
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He Changed His Mazel
Prompted By Rites of Passage
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Jeffrey (now Vicki, but not in 2002, so, for purposes of this story, I will refer to my younger child as Jeffrey) was a non-believer. He told us at the age of 3 he didn’t believe in God. I still wanted him to go through with religious education to understand his background, his place in…
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My Television Froze
Prompted By Group Photos
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On Saturday morning I awoke clear-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to write something in response to this week’s GROUP PHOTOS prompt. But I was distracted from writing by a series of aggravating and delaying techno snags.
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I lost to a girl!
Prompted By Spelling
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Regret
Prompted By Grandparents & Grandchildren
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Eight Miles High
Prompted By Drugs and Alcohol
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Seems like we had much more fun being in our twenties in the '70s than we do now that we are in our seventies in the '20s!
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I HeART You
Prompted By Valentine's Day
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I loved making Valentine cards then, and I love it even more now.
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