Years ago, I crept away from my first ever writing conference like Eeyore on a bad day. Other people had wheelbarrows full of books and knapsacks full of trophies, or so it seemed. I had nothing. It all felt impossible.
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The other day one of my boys said something so earnest, so honest, so…insulting really, that I wanted to rush straight to Facebook to post it so all the world could see a bit of my world more clearly. It was funny, all centred around a new dress I had bought for a wedding.
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No more cheery waves to the cars zooming past our house in the morning when I collect the papers. My high of peace and good will from the Festival of Faith and Writing has long since ended. However, there are a few lasting lessons that seem to be sticking with me. The enduring tidbits.
This morning, not quite done with reunion cuddling, I slipped back into bed after wiping counters, washing the frying pan that produced the eggplant parmesan waiting for me when I arrived home last night, fetching the papers from the curb (and smiling, smiling! at the cars zooming by, which shows how deeply refreshed I am).
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Another turkey. Another abandoned attempt at making turkey soup.
I always start the soup. I almost always forsake it half way through. I think that is because making turkey soup, by definition, follows thawing, wrestling, tying, roasting, resting, carving a turkey.
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