When I returned to writing an Inkspots column five years ago, after quite a long hiatus, it was for two reasons: I felt if I could make a few people smile, or even chuckle, that would help justify my taking up space on this planet; Bing had just died and I needed to fill my […]
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I had a wrestling match last week with something called Flex Tape. I lost. Furthermore, I also lost three pairs of scissors and my temper. Flex Tape is the devil’s invention. It all started with a leaky birdbath. Last year, I managed to repair the leaks with some kind of caulking. It held all summer […]
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I’ve written before about how much I loved to walk to, and through, Riverview Cemetery from our house. Those walks ended abruptly when a patch of ice rudely sneaked under my foot, causing me to land in a snowdrift, staring at the sky. I adjourned to St. Cecelia Church then for my walks. It is lovely there, […]
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What’s in a name? Well, a lot, as it turns out. One of the fun things about my gig of volunteering to rock (and change and feed) babies at Bear Care, the daycare center at Seton School, is being exposed to what today’s parents are naming their children. There’s not a single Tom or John […]
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There’s a line from a song that lately has been running through my mind: “Time has a way of making hometowns disappear….” I’ve seen this be true of towns, but I know nothing will ever make my home disappear. I’m writing this from the comfort of the house that has been my home since I […]
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Dolls at the Historical Society I loaned my children to the Historical Society a couple of weeks ago. But don’t worry – I brought them home last week. The children, Margaret Ann, Jeannie, Me and Mimi, and Sister, survived nicely without me for the week they were on display in the museum. They were propped […]
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Ivy Scarlett has issues with obedience. She is driving me crazy. She’s decided to stay out all night, sleeping in her dog house, which doubles as my garage, instead of in the house, keeping me company. She has a wing chair out there to sleep on, but she prefers the puffy, down-filled bed beside the […]
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I fell off the face of the earth last week. At least, that’s what seemed to happen. Actually, I was alive and well and drinking coffee at Café Boutique with some of my pals. However, I wasn’t supposed to be drinking coffee with some of my pals then. I was supposed to be playing bridge […]
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I promised you when last I wrote that I’d tell you about my Notre Dame trip. Trouble is, I don’t know where to start. It was the most magical visit ever and almost impossible to sum up. But I’ll try. Daughter Meg, son Wade and I had looked forward to spending the weekend walking all […]
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Dear Diary, Today, that is, when I’m writing this, I’m looking forward to spending an amazing weekend at Notre Dame, watching them play (and, of course, beat) Bowling Green University. Bowling Green is in the same conference as Miami of Ohio, where I met Bing on a blind date and, as you know, dear diary, […]
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