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Talking with Letters

 

 

Talking with Letters

The night my blog was named…

It was between winter and spring. Day had ended. The evening was becoming...
Exuberance

Exuberance

It was a sunny day on the Oregon coast. There was little wind. The waves were gentle. And the sand was perfect for castles.

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Ghost Gardens

Ghost Gardens

Daffodils don’t grow wild in woods or fields. … Daffodils are planted by human hands, and daffodils that seem out of place are there because someone once lived and cared.

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All Mommy’s

All Mommy’s

SOL26-0224 I've been thumbing the pages of my journals, reading slices about my grandkids--well, maybe more like "bites." Here's one that still makes me laugh and still makes me wonder how Mommy taught this lesson so well. BN (3 yrs old) is tagging after Daddy who is...

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