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on September 06, 2024

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the first of August and a trip wrap-up!

Dear Reader, I hope this first day of August finds you well and in good spirits. As a lover of summertime, I find August the sweetest month and also the swiftest one of the season. The heavy humid heat sets deeper in and the days linger, yet now with a touch of September softly, slowly beckoning with each sunset. When August arrives, it's as if I've just gotten used to summer being here for a long spell and find I hold fast to it before it escapes me. As I write to you this bright and sunny morning, all is well. The house is quiet and if I'm still, then I can hear the kitty purrs next to me. / / girls trip and currently reading / / My mom, grandmother and I took a long, 3 generations girls weekend trip to Fayetteville, North Carolina as it's a sentimental home away from home for us; my great grandparents lived there for many decades and I have fond memories there as a child. Many of the favorite haunts are long gone but we find fun whenever we go back. Ba...

short stories

For some silly reason, I had convinced myself that I didn't like to read short stories. Perhaps because once I get fully into the short story , then it's over and I am left with wanting more. Perhaps because I struggled with writing short stories for a creative writing course in college. Ah yes, now I remember why I didn't like short stories! Well, that's all in the past. My interest in reading short story complications has launched with this book, Delicate Edible Birds and other Stories by Lauren Groff . I'm currently reading the second to last story and already know this will be a 5-star book for me. I can't say I have enjoyed every story as there were 2 that were, meh . However, the ones I loved, I loved intensely. If you read this one, let me know what you think!

the passage of time

I can't remember the year it started but for Christmas one year I gave one of those silly joke-a-day calenders to my maternal grandfather, Irving. He had a hilarious talent at telling a joke as if it were a long story. The gift seemed ideal for him. And it was. For years until he passed away in 1999, I'd give him a joke-a-day calender for Christmas. I got clever at disguising the box in its wrapping as every year he'd pretend to be pleased I had not given him another one and then he'd get one and we'd laugh and he'd promise to bug me all the upcoming year with each joke-a-day! I miss buying those. Do they even still make them? The first Christmas he was gone I bought myself a joke-a-day calendar to keep our tradition going but it wasn't the same. Of course. I still have tucked somewhere in my underbed box of papers I can't part with, the last joke he tore off the calender. My grandfather, Irving, was everything. He's one of those peo...

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