Snapdragons (Flower of the Day)

I hear my father’s voice scolding, remember the childlike fascination of flowery mouths – snapdragons – a constant presence in our familial gardens. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Memorable Meals

“I still think that Dover sole I had on the last cruise was the best I’ve had yet, how he prepared it in front of me in the lemon and oil sauce.  It was to die for; I was hoping my fish the other night was going to be the same.” “That was on the […]

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What Memories Linger?

“My dreams have turned violent lately, lots of blood.  What could that mean?” “What does blood represent to you?” “Well passion, life giving, but these dreams have a woman being decapitated, a baby being cut with scissors, and it always occurs in connection to my childhood home.” “Not life giving, then.” “I usually convert the […]

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The Past is Calling

“A rolling stone,” my father used to tell me, “gathers no moss.” Is that a good thing, or a bad thing, I often wondered.  It certainly defined his life, and seems to have become a fair portrait of my own. “Never look back!”  was another favoured expression.  This is harder to do; especially when the […]

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