Oregon Pilgrim

Last night, Madeleine Peyroux crooned during our first dinner in the new house. Ingrid sliced green tomatoes. I carried the …
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A friend of mine reminded me to share with you about Fly Lady, a website of free advice on how …
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I’ve been thinking ahead to moving day, wondering where I’m going to put things. After writing My Kitchen and My …
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We found a home, a real home, a homey home. Finally, we will move into a place where I can unpack …
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You can’t choose your memories. They choose you. For some reason, I will always remember a visit to my grandparents’ …
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Forgive me for these next few paragraphs. It will appear self-congratulatory, but I’ve had many friends and family encourage me …
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Driving over to my sister’s house perhaps could have provided me one more reason to complain. We still don’t have …
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I really haven’t had much to say. The morning begins with making Paul’s coffee, breakfast, and lunch and rushing him …
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