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My Orchard Awaits …
a visit from me. Or maybe it doesn’t. It isn’t really my orchard, but my father’s, and his father’s before him. Maybe it doesn’t need me nearly as much as I need it. It is lying, quiet and serene...
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Ignorance is bliss …
but unfortunately for most of us, ignorance is a luxury. I have found myself spellbound by the idea of someone. The thought that they were what I might, had I actually been looking for someone, have...
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What is it about music …
that has the ability to soothe the soul while it simultaneously sends it reeling in turmoil and heartache, joy and sadness; reminiscing and rebelling even as it brings us back, unto ourselves, full...
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There is nothing like a meltdown …
to put things in perspective. And I had one. A good, old-fashioned meltdown complete with crying, sobbing, pacing, stomping, ranting, raving and, to make it an official meltdown not just just a casual...
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Life is precious …
although sometimes, until it is compromised, we can forget that simple fact and take for granted that we will just wake up every morning. We forget that no-one is promised another day, another hour,...
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I got lost …
for a bit of a while. Wandering aimlessly even though I knew full well the direction. But I didn’t follow them. The directions. It happens to everyone at one time or another. I left what I knew to be...
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Tears …
have their place. For the most part, they are useless and do little more than induce a headache. They can quickly escalate from simple tears to uncontrollable sobbing. While sobbing uncontrollably...
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Vacation is over …
and tomorrow, it is back to business as usual. The Outer Banks is a fond memory, both recent and distant. It seems that, while I know I was there, I wasn’t there at all. A week isn’t enough time to...
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My nieces …
are remarkable. Each of them brings me unspeakable joy. Sophie, the oldest, was my first. I watched her being born and captured the first photograph of her. She became, that photograph did, anyway, a...
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I was just on the verge …
of a meltdown. I had already picked out the breakable missile to be thrown at, well, something breakable. My inner voice was saying, rather loudly, that there was nothing to break that could be...
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