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Tag Archives: family gatherings at Thanksgiving
the essence of giving thanks
“The oak trees were alive with color in the midst of the evergreens. Bright red and yellow leaves catching the sunlight as Daddy and I walked through the brush on this Thanksgiving morning. The smell of the pines was fresh … Continue reading
Posted in family life, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, politics, racism, Reflections, sexism, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is, The Way Life Should Be
Tagged assault on democracy, covid pandemic, deep in the heart: a memoir of love and longing, family gatherings at Thanksgiving, family ties, father daughter bonds, grimes/montgomery counties, keep distances, love of nature, masks, new granddaughter, piney woods of east texas, sharing air, thanksgiving in the usa, washing hands
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thanksgiving is relative
“The oak trees were alive with color in the midst of the evergreens. Bright red and yellow leaves catching the sunlight as Daddy and I walked through the brush. The smell of the pines was fresh and all around us. … Continue reading
thanksgiving is relative
“The oak trees were alive with color in the midst of the evergreens. Bright red and yellow leaves catching the sunlight as Daddy and I walked through the brush. The smell of the pines was fresh and all around us. … Continue reading
the devil made me do it
Full disclosure: my granddaddy was a barber for 65 years. He had one chair in his very small shop in Richards, Texas, the tiny town where I grew up in the 1950s. For most of the time I can remember he … Continue reading
Pretty Set Free in Time for Thanksgiving!
Autumn colors at Casa de Canterbury Pretty escaped the confinement of her hospital bed and the Magic Motion Machine yesterday afternoon and was deliriously happy to be liberated! When she went to her therapy session after her release, everyone was … Continue reading
