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Dancing with Lauren Martin
I told everyone that I would not cry and I did not. But that was my brave face in front of friends and family. It was a long walk down the aisle, about 100 yards from the garden to the… Continue reading
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The Wedding Tree
If the opposite of love is apathy, then the least one can do in a marriage is care enough to occasionally say, “I hate you.” I never really learned how to constructively argue until the 10th year of our marriage,… Continue reading
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Chicago
Here are some pictures from our two day Chicago trip. The Chicago River Architectural Tour was right up my alley. It’s hard to believe much of Chicago burned to the ground in 1871, and that the fire was so hot, it jumped… Continue reading
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A Family of $2 Bills
I married into a family of seven Toms. My father-in-law, two brothers-in-law, two nephews, one son of a nephew, and a husband of a cousin, all named Tom. It’s fitting then, that my daughter will soon marry Thomas Beck Martin.… Continue reading
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Mystery Vacation
Some pictures and commentary from our road trip to New York. Encountered a wandering imp named David in Springfield, MO who eagerly joined in our roadside yoga in a lovely shaded park near the zoo. We enjoyed the first of… Continue reading
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Aunt Shirley
Dear Aunt Shirley: Aunt Shirley on the far left I wanted to come see you today, because you are one of my favorites, not just a favorite Aunt, one of my favorite people. We are traveling today, so instead of… Continue reading
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Looking Down the Aisle Thirty Years
“Where will we be in thirty years,” Was not on my mind As I stood waiting, Starched and bright eyed Watching your loveliness From the front of a church Looking down the aisle To you And your Dad, Thomas Walking… Continue reading
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His Folger’s Can is Empty
The man with the shepherd crook disguised as a dust mop has died. There is a melancholy in the closet where the mops lean against the wall and the Folger’s can is empty, no longer filled with Brach’s candy. Rusty… Continue reading
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Falling Headlong into the Tackle Box
Last night at the Brady Theater, Garrison Keillor sang and told stories accompanied only by a piano and his red sneakers. He talked about a conversation with a girl from an age he didn’t quite understand. She had lots of… Continue reading
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