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Tangier is an island – Tangier, Virginia

It happens all the time. Someone is wearing a T-shirt from a distant destination and I enthusiastically ask if they’ve been there. Sometimes I’ve been to the T-shirt worthy locale, so it’s a fun conversation starter – or non-starter. Case in point, after a dip in the pool a friend recently wrapped up in a…
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Exploring Downton Abbey fashion

Men and women, young and old, multi-generational families – they all came for one purpose. In this parched viewing land between seasons, they come to taste of Downton Abbey. Though it takes a mere 45 minutes to view the collection, it does not disappoint. This is the fashion of the Downton Abbey – forty notable…
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Snapshot of Serenity

Sitting on my back porch, enjoying an unusually cool morning, I look down at the pool of urine around my ankles. No, postpartum incontinence hasn’t gotten the better of me. My almost-three-year-old decided she’d rather stay snuggled on my lap than take the long, four meter trek to the bathroom. She was soaked, my legs…
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Paris in the spring, with kids – an interview

I am currently enjoying Paris by screen, that is, my computer screen, where I daily take in the luscious photos of my friend and her family enjoying Paris with their toddlers. Though I’ve been to Paris many times, my thirst is not satisfied. How could it be? It’s Paris! So, though I can’t presently be…
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A gem for wanderers in Streams in the Desert
As a frequent mover, traveler and one who thinks “I could live here” of nearly every place I visit, I frequently ponder what’s next. What’s down the road in two years? Where will we be in ten years? What kind of life experiences will my children have while they are in my care? Have we…
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Americana supreme and international phenom – the World of Coca-Cola, Atlanta, Georgia

I had only heard about this dream world, this Neverland, where I could partake in all-you-can-drink Coke products from around the world. We don’t usually keep soda/pop/soft drinks in the house. Nothing good comes from guzzling that carbonated booze. . . except evoking fond memories. This wonderland of flavored corn syrup took me back to…
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The Biltmore Estate – stoking my Downton Abbey flame

The popularity of Downton Abbey has surely increased the number of wanna-be upstairs dwellers (or wanna be downstairs dwellers) who visit the aristocratic mansions of wealthy Americans who lived during the same time period. My appreciation for the Biltmore historic château, home of the famed Vanderbilt dynasty, would not be nearly as great if I…
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Death in Spring

Reflecting on new life brought on by spring, it is a challenge to meditate on death. But this is also a season of death. Why would we ever talk about death? Death is separation. Death is the avoided inevitable. Why do we visit places marked by death – cemeteries, concentrations camps, Golgotha? We visited Dachau…
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Motherhood, Oatmeal and Delaying Gratification

I’m convinced the essence of motherhood is delayed gratification. Or, more realistically, the hope that our hard work and dying to self will yield positive results in our children. This dying-to-self business is a challenge. In my dream world, my children sleep until 9am (and go to bed at 7pm). I wake up, run, shower, read and…
