Boondock Ramblings

A little bit about a lot of things

This is part III of a fiction story I’m working on called “A Story to Tell”.  You can find Part I HERE and part II HERE Don’t want to click from chapter to chapter? Find the book in full on Kindle HERE.    Mama went to quilting club in the church basement on Tuesday nights. …

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I thought I’d start a weekly tradition of wrapping up my posts from the past week and also share some favorite blog posts from other bloggers. Hopefully, it will be a tradition. It may just be a one-off thing, knowing me. Tuesday I shared my monthly 10 on 10 post, which is part of a …

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It’s official. I’m old. Do you know how I know I’m old? I pulled a boob muscle. A BOOB muscle. No, it isn’t officially called a boob muscle. I think it’s the pectoral muscle, or something fancy sounding like that, something I thought only men had. I pulled it by lifting a camera bag while …

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“There are robins on the hill,” my dad said and we rushed to the windows and “ooohed” and “aahed” because in Pennsylvania we know that the sight of the robins in our yards means spring has sprung. Sure, the grass may still be brown and yellow, the trees may still be naked, and the flowers …

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The pastor who officiated at my aunt’s funeral in August did a wonderful job reminding us we are all going to die soon. She prayed: “Remind us how limited our time is, Lord. How we are but a breath away from our last. How our days are numbered.” And then she prayed some other encouraging …

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Every night and every nap for the last two years my daughter has had to listen to Frank Sinatra’s “In The Wee Small Hours” album while she’s falling asleep. I’ve tried to change the music without her knowing but as young as two she would look at me and say “no. I want frank.” In …

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It was a humid August night and the field next to the now defunct dairy barn was full of equipment and maybe a couple hundred people. An auction trailer was set up off to one side and to anyone driving by it might have looked like some sort of community festival, complete with hot dogs …

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Little Miss, 3, 1/2 is back to calling me “mom” instead of “Mama” and saying it like an annoyed and spoiled teenager. “Oh Moooom.” “Mooooom, watch me.” “No, I don’t want that for dinner, Moooom.” It’s seriously like she’s 3 1/2 going on 15 some days. And boy does she have my moodiness tendencies, much …

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It isn’t unusual for me to hit a creative funk in the winter. Days are short, the sun hides behind clouds and it’s too cold to take the kids anywhere to explore. I still try my best to take photographs inside the house, or whichever building we have sought shelter in from the nasty cold …

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