april 2015
september 2015
So I’m down to the last hundred posts in this year of catching me–this year of looking at the photos, digging up memories, finding the words to fill in the spaces. I’m taking up more room these days. And I’m more comfortable. I’m discovering things and remembering things. I’m starting to understand how I got to this moment. I will probably always be a private person but from now on, at least I will know who I am.
She sees that she has before her an important task: to understand that all the things that happened in her life happened to her. That she is the same person who was born, was a child, a girl, a young woman, and now she is old. That there is some line running through her body like a wick.
–Mary Gordon, The Rest of Life
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catching days 
Stunning how happy you look in both photos! Love, C
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I agree with Cal. 🙂
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Thank you–I am happy ❤️
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Thanks, D! ☺️
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What an accomplishment, Cynthia! I mean really—WOW! 😀 And what a beautiful, poignant simile…
“That there is some line running through her body like a wick.”
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Donna! Thank you and great to hear from you. I need to come see what you’ve been up to.
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