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Grace on the Ledge

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January 23, 2016 • By

Excerpt from Grace on the Ledge

January 23, 2016

Our cream-colored three-bedroom pressed brick rancher was built in 1953. It was not one-of-a-kind. I hadn’t been born yet when Mom and Dad knew they needed more space. Two more bedrooms with a connecting bath were added in 1959.

four of us kids in snow boulder

Next big project, the attached garage was sealed up with matching brick. Wide fake wood paneling covered the inside walls.

That space with the green and white checkerboard tile floor was labeled the playroom. And it was. A massive pool table dominated the space. My brothers organized weekend tournaments, to which I was never invited. Added next was a ping-pong table that unfolded overtop the pool table. Great use of space. That game’s first objective was to nab any ball sailing off the table before Mele, the not-so-gently-jawed Shepherd got to it first.

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July 31, 2015 • By

Transgression by the Sip

Posted July 31, 2015

As number four of five children I should have known if I was alone with my mother I must be in trouble.

Early one morning she announced, “You and I are going out for high tea this afternoon.”

Reflexively nervous I asked, “Just the two of us?”

She nodded. My mind went wild. What had I done to deserve a one-on-one punishment so far from my room? A bit nervous and a lot confused I walked out the back door and visited our horse Queenie. She and Mom were close. Queenie might know what this was all about.

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July 20, 2015 • By

About My Story…

Posted July 20, 2015

These pages tell the story of how life changed forever the day my mother suffered a stroke in 2007. I was unable to make time bring her back or keep time from taking her further away. So I collected and ordered words to describe the process of heartbreak and spirit-mending I experienced. Many days, months, and years were consumed with the routines of care giving. But every day included reminders of life with Mom in the 1960s.