Tag Archives: Moments

Back to school voice mail.

I just called Memere. She wasn’t there, so I left a message on her answering machine. It went something like this: “Hi Mom, it’s Julie. I was just thinking about how it’s back to school day today, and ya Jeff … Continue reading

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The perfect present of presence.

Last night I was alone in my house. My kids and husband were at the cottage and I was in fits. I couldn’t focus on any one thing and there were strange noises, gaping silences, and eerie calm to deal … Continue reading

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Pictures of letters say a *gazillion* words…

Time stamp: 10 p.m. ish Thursday night, placed on floor in doorway to his room, so he would see it when he first woke up. Time stamp: 6:00 a.m. ish this morning. Placed on my beside table, so quietly I … Continue reading

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Six letter word for gratitude: turkey

A couple of months ago I was sitting at the dance studio. Classes were in progress, the parents and siblings were doing what we so often do – killing time while our dancers do all the work. A kid beside … Continue reading

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I spy a #freecompliment

I have written about #freecompliments before and really do hope people have checked them out. It’s a neat and easy way to bring more awesome into someone’s day. In fact, you can easily get equipped to spread some joy by visiting … Continue reading

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Morning gifts

I’m still in bed. I woke up a half hour ago and have been presented with gifts ever since. It’s not my birthday, it’s just a Saturday. Maybe a somewhat special Saturday because it’s a long weekend. Either way, since … Continue reading

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Mapping memory lane: San Fransisco

I have a terrible memory. I attribute it to two things: my alcohol-addled brain and my constant focus on the now versus the past. Either way, there are times I want to remember. Want to keep crisp edges on. So … Continue reading

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