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Despre Tristețe
Mă simt trista. Zice a mea, cea de 5 ani. De ce? Întreb. Nu stiu. Răspunde ea sincer.
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A week in France in November
I’ve known Livia for over three decades. The longest I’ve known any of my current adult friends. My Mom tells me stories about going shopping for her wedding, with Livia’s mom (her wedding godmother as well). We are second degre cousins. We share a great-great grandparent. My genealogist-by-nature mom would know. And we used to…
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Exploring nature on a whim
In college I longed to go explore beautiful Romania. But I can count on one hand how many times I did that. I love nature, I enjoy hiking, but I was in a pretty lazy crowd. Only three guys had cars, and the logistics of traveling were otherwise complicated. And the days, the weeks, the…
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Rugă
Cand ma asez seara tarziu in pat, si o aud in surdina pe Jackie cum ofteaza in somn, nu mai am cuvinte, desi gandurile alearga mai cu viteza.
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Innocence
I get the best ideas for my book when I’m driving alone, or late at night, after I’ve settled in bed. It’s harder than I thought to streamline and consolidate all my ideas, to narrow it all down. Simple is better. I love structure. This blog has none, no rhyme or reason. But it’s a…
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November warmth
It is a special season and we are finally wise enough to know it’s a limited time. Kids will grow older, we will allow ourselves to be stolen by others’ needs, wants and expectations. I sure hope we will stand strong, and root our hearts and minds into Eternity. But we can’t plan for others.…
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Community
Why do I share such vulnerable thoughts? Because as time passes, and I read back, the raw experiences are most treasured.
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Recurring unavailability
I had a few snappy replies on the tip of my tongue, to the annoyingly predictable “I’m not available then” answer to a group of friends trying to get together.
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Good gifts
We follow our heart in showering Jackie with love and attention. It is our prerogative as parents to give good gifts to our children.
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Începuturi
Cand am venit prima data la întâlnirea cu mame de preșcolari in Iris, eram tare aeriana. Cred ca aveam urechile înfundate un pic, si imi simteam capul mare.