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Gracie left this morning.  She loaded up her new monogramed thirty-one duffle bag that her Aunt Bronie gave her and her “hobo kit” bedroll that Steve made her with one of his old belts that she pretended mortified her into the back of a big red truck and then grabbed her knapsack full of her […]

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Abigail & I are facing the sink mirror in the Grape Bubble Yum colored bathroom at San Roc Cay, taking a break from our gumbo and shrimp dinner at Fiddlefish.  Her blond pageboy is in disarray from hours in the pool with her daddy and probably too much sand and not enough shampoo.  Her freckles, […]

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I kept thinking all through last week’s heartbreak and struggles (mom in hospital, Ben taken off lie support, Ben dying, the flood) that maybe we were due for a little bit of break.  That just wasn’t meant to be.  Our sheltie, Ella Bella, had an on-again, off-again appetite for a couple of weeks. I put […]

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It doesn’t happen often here.  Okay, it never happens.  But, Tuesday afternoon freezing rain started pouring down on Pensacola and by Wednesday morning, the yards and the streets were covered with something that was a combination of snow and ice.  Not fluffy snow angel kind of snow or the quiet stuff of Robert Frost’s poem […]

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  She ask me hesitantly, almost as if she expects the answer I’m going to give her, “Mommy, are you sure you can’t come have lunch with me today?” I sigh.  It is 7:25 a.m.  School starts in twenty minutes.  We’re still doing last night’s homework.  The girls’ lunches aren’t made, because I have this […]

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