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Birthdays
Birthday- the anniversary on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts. What a birthday is of course is familiar to all of us. A birthday is usually something one looks forward to filled with the anticipation of turning a year older, reaching milestones like the double digits, legal drinking age, the big 2-0 , 3-0, 5-0 and so on. The celebration can be marked with balloons, cake , candles, friends and family gathered to sing and offer best wishes. But then there's the birthdays of those we've lost , the loved ones no longer with us. These days one might see posts offering heavenly birthday wishes as if the person not here to celebrate is somewhere checking their social media platforms. I struggle with this one. For the last twenty...
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The Life of a Writer
This time yesterday morning I was sitting outside the Partridge Island Publishing container in the vibrant Area 506 Container Village. On the table before me I displayed my thirteen titles. Three massive cruise ships were in the Saint John harbor and travelers stopped...
100 Swims
This year I have surpassed previous records for the number of lake swims I have enjoyed in my beautiful Waltons Lake. My first swim this season was on May 28th. By July 2nd I had only reached #10 and it was during that swim that I decided I would swim every day rain...
Great Aunts and Ice-Cream
Perhaps this entry is about gratitude. Perhaps it is about family. Perhaps it is about memory and simple acts of kindness. Let's see where it goes on this gorgeous August morning. I used to keep a summer journal documenting garden challenges and successes,...
What I Know on This Day
Why as human beings are we so slow to learn? The other day it occurred to me that we are always on a very steep learning curve and the lessons don't seem to come quickly or easily. As kids we enter our double digits and in those ten years we are bombarded with...
Double Digits of August
August 10th is a memorable day for me. It was on this day thirteen years ago that I got the phone call telling me The Year Mrs. Montague Cried had won first place in the Y/A category of the Atlantic Writing Competition. I had been out feeding chickens and realized it...
Living the Dream
Yesterday when out and about I heard a woman answer inquiries as to how she was, with the statement ' just living the dream'. Living the dream, a slightly sarcastic evaluation clouded with discontent and elements of poor me. Maybe that is how she meant it. Maybe not....