Ethel Wilson: Love and Salt Water
The only reason I’m not further behind (right now only about four titles, I think) in this reading log is that I’m not finding much more time to read than I am to write. But…
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Happy Nana
Saturday, 5-ish, I’m on the couch in the condo, reading, and I look up across the room to the doorway, just opened by Pater to my SIL and my daughter, holding Nola in her arms.…
View PostWorn Out . . . .What I Wore . . .
I thought it would have to be a week without a What I Wore shot, given that Pater was away and it’s just been so busy. But when I arrived in our Vancouver apartment last…
View PostNight into Day, Dark into Light . . .
So many of you offered solace or insight at my recent post disclosing a patch of sadness I’ve been going through as a late-middle-aged mother and daughter. I’m happy to note that the breach in…
View PostIt Never Rains but it Pours!
What is this odd image? I wondered as well, this morning, as I checked out the ceiling above the drips in our TV room. The taped green plastic that’s pulled away from the ceiling is…
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