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Darling Day 4. The Darling Moon
What if The darling moon Fell in love With the Sun? Would two lights shine from the black? Or Would day-time drift the lovers into the open blue Where they would shine A single ray on a hill by the… Continue reading
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Darling Day 3. What’s in a word?
Let’s talk about words. I adore words. I wrote about them here and I will, no doubt, write about them again on this blog because… I’m a little bit nerdy, like that. I love writing words. I love reading them,… Continue reading
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Darling Day 2. Paper Rain
I’ve got my little boy to thank for it; this paper rain that taps on the roof, every time the wind blows. To the adult eye—the eye that’s been battered and bruised by the duller shades of life—this paper rain…it’s… Continue reading
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Darling Day 1. Mister Darling Brown Eyes
Mister darling brown eyes is not the darling of this post. He is not my husband. He is not my Son. He is not even someone I love or have ever loved. But. He is where all this started—this Darling… Continue reading
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One day to Go!
There’s one day to go ’til this blog post a day-ness. This darling of May; yes! A darling a day; bless. Don’t ask me to tell ’cause it’s all a surprise; oh! What will darling be? No! Stop trying to… Continue reading
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It’s Happening.
The challenge is on…and I shout YES. I accept. A blog a day. For one whole month. One whole month of getting to know this little home I’m building. A whole month of getting to know all of you! Yep.… Continue reading
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The Little Blog Of Everything
This is an everything blog. A little bit of sugar, a little bit of spice. And, right now—like Forest and his many park-bench dwellers—you (the reader) and me (the writer) just never know what we’re going to get from this… Continue reading
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Somewhere Summer
When the leaves start to fall and the sun slides all the way ’round to the other side of the world… I get a little bit grumpy. A little bit cooped up. A little bit sad. You could say I’m… Continue reading
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The Aching Quiet
The aching quiet. You’d know it, I’m sure. The moment something could have been said but wasn’t. The moment silence was filled with a smile, a giggle, a tear. That’s what I think the aching quiet is. An ache of… Continue reading
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The Value of Kindness
It was all I had ever wanted. A horse. Majestic and lovely, the only dream my little girl heart desired. Every week the library door would slide open and out we’d whistle, me and Mum, our bags heavy with books… Continue reading
