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Showing posts with label Julian. Show all posts
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Friday, July 31, 2009
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- Philomere
- MOTHER of FOUR, freelance writer, amateur silversmith, domestic dynamo, chef de maison, head chauffeur, sanitation supervisor, social director, crisis manager, chief arbiter, errand expert, auxiliary ATM, maven of multitasking, sleep deprivation specialist, keeper of the cookies…
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Unbelievably, I delivered the goods, rising to the NaNoWriMo challenge of committing 50,000 words to paper in thirty days. How? If... -
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What was I saying about luster dust? We ended up using ample quantities of it. I worked on cookies for 14 hours straight, with lots of help... -
Dear Mom, If you had stayed among us mere mortals, you’d be 64 today. I imagine you’re cavorting with the angels and having a grand f... -
emp·ty 1. a. Holding or containing nothing. b. Mathematics: Having no elements or members; null: an empty set. 2. Having n... -
My Grandfather, 93, had a stroke last week which landed him in the hospital and then at the skilled nursing facility in his retirement commu... -
Whenever I decide to go all Martha Stewart, I'm always actually relieved when it doesn't turn out as perfectly at the picture. The w... -
Morris Pettit , my Grandfather, would have turned 94 today. I always tried to ensure delivery of his birthday gifts on the actual date ... -
Aeons ago, I went with a friend to see a Magritte exhibit at the SFMOMA . I love Magritte's whole body of work, the trompe l'oeil ,... -
"The mountains are calling and I must go." — John Muir Visualization can be a powerful tool for coping with grief, str...
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