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How To Find Me Now
Hello dear friends! There is a treasure trove of story here – photos and memories and bits and pieces of my heart. I’m still writing and sharing. But I’ve tried to make it easier for you (and certainly easier for me) on a new platform. It’s called Substack and you can find it right here. The writing is the same.…
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… typing therapy …
I haven’t picked up a pen or logged into a post in over a month. Which, incidentally, means I have not really processed or worked through a solid feeling in about that long either. Who could? Who can? I have never understood people who say, “I have no regrets.” I HAVE A MILLION REGRETS. I regret wasted time and wasted…
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oh, the month ahead. and the month now.
If I could draw a picture of me right now, what I feel like somewhere inside, it would probably look a little like some Monet version of me because I feel more like an impression lately than a solid shape. And I’d probably have my hands at my head, maybe pulling my hair in two directions and shouting, “THERE IS…
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Paris: Our Trip & Tips
It didn’t begin with a lifelong goal of seeing the Eiffel Tower. It started with an email alert. “Low cost fairs from Asheville to Paris” It was an update from my Going account – the same account that helped me take my London to London for her graduation gift last year. It was back in October and the flight was…
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Guatemala: Day Two
(Will you be patient with me if these posts take weeks?) It’s another senior season of BUSY. My first baby boy is about to graduate and I cannot allow myself to spend too much time pondering that just yet. And, if you’re counting, that leaves only TWO kids in high school. Our numbers game is weird lately. Back to Guatemala…
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Guatemala: Day One
It seems I’ve hardly stopped moving since our plane ride from Guatemala ended and London picked us up late that night at the Greenville airport. (Pretty sure I sat behind Pedro Pascal on one of our flights. I mean, okay. I’m not pretty sure. I’m just pretend sure. It looked like him. Sort of. I can’t explain why he’d be…
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friday afternoon thoughts.
When I started composing this post in my head, I was in a MOOD and all of the ideas in my mind were very very funny to me. I think the mood has passed. Of course, that mood was likely induced by the physical funk I am still in post-Guatemala trip (I came home with a lovely sort of head…
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here we go …
Well February came up real fast on us now, didn’t it? Over the last few weeks I have: Lived life with five teenagers. Readjusted to having London home again as she begins local college classes. And by readjusted, I actually don’t really mean that. I love having her home and she’s been a fabulous help – dishes and meals and…
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you can’t call it a mid-life crisis.
I doubt I’m living until I’m 100. (And I’m mostly okay with that.) So I can’t fairly call All The Current Feelings mid-life related. In fact, it is possibly precisely because I recognize that I am no longer mid-life that I am feeling whatever it is I am feeling. Were those sentences helpful? Doubtful. Flannery O’Connor said, “I write because…
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the winter feels
The thing about winter in South Carolina is that it’s not all that different from fall in South Carolina or spring in South Carolina, weather-wise. And that makes me sad. I need some snow. A crisp breeze. A forecast with low temperatures. A chill factor. I know I have chosen to live in the wrong part of the country to…
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Going to Guatemala
Guess what word is hard to spell? Guatemala. I’ve looked it up and let autocorrect help me way too many times. I think I finally remember that there’s an E after “guat” even though apparently my brain is desperate for it to be an A. Despite that tricky-to-me spelling, Bergen and Piper and I are heading to Guatemala in February.…
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you can’t call it a mid-life crisis.
back to the grind . . .
morning song: a poem
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that magic moment
Imagine you live in a place where snow is a rarity. Say, South Carolina, for example. And you somehow missed the news of the potential snow and the mad dash of Southerners to grab up every loaf of bread and gallon of milk as if we might actually be trapped in our homes by the snow. So there you are.…
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The Nomadic Professor: A Timberdoodle Review
You know the routine. This is a sponsored post. I received this product at no cost to test and to review. But that’s the end. The words and thoughts and opinions are completely my own. _________________ Just like ALL of my own life, homeschooling has shifted and changed in the seasons of our family’s life. I only have older students…
