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An epiphany on Epiphany
I have at last allowed myself a semi-week off from blogging. This week, instead of writing, I shall be busy with: 1. Twelve months of laundry. 2. Eleven pipes a’ leaking. 3. Ten floors worth sweeping....
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SILENCE!
I … can’t concentrate. Everywhere I go there’s too much noise. A plethora of distractions. An abundance of chatter. Multiple—what? No, you may not make a pizza. We just finished dinner. I need a space...
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Brass bands, the backwoods and bugle boys.
I grew up in a pint-sized town where we had one of everything: one post office, one school, one grocery store and a helluva lot of one-dimensional thinking. It’s not that I criticize the folks from my...
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Cash flow
This was a hugely busy week. We sent our fourteen-year old son off to Ecuador this afternoon to live and work for thirty days in a small village that needs help building a schoolhouse. We had an...
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A Rite of Passage with a Perishing Piper
I’m a sucker for tradition. Anything that has a ceremony, a ritual or a rite of passage—I’m filled with goose bumps, my breath comes short and I’m often searching for some celestial choir of angels to...
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Twelve years a slave to satellites.
There are a million things I know with absolute certainty that I have no talent for: 1. Numbers. If there are more than three, and something is required to be done to them, other than the elementary...
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The Din of December
There is something magical about the word December. And I think it’s more than the tingles I get from simply saying the word—a word that envelops me with a warmth containing decades of memories, all...
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A little Holiday Folly
I hope that all you “Peakers” out there are enjoying your December holidays, and that your homes are filled with cheer, your hearts are filled with joy and your sinks are full of dishes. And as is...
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Ready or not …
A long time ago I learned how to fly. Lessons were thrilling, dazzling, mind-blowing and action-packed. They were also exhausting, white-knuckling, petrifying and hair-raising. My knees knocked...
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Muscle memory; body magic
From the moment I crack an eyelid open at dawn, I am aware of my muscles. Some much more so than others. There are a couple I wish I’d never hear from again, but I’m guessing if you remove one, it’s a...
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Magical, Musical, Maleficent Mayhem
Hello, Peakers. It is I, my mother’s nefarious, cupcake-baking daughter. I have returned. I know you missed me. Even better: this is one of three guest blogs I’ll be writing over the next couple of...
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