Thursday Night Writers, 1994, (at one of my weddings!)
We came to call ourselves Thursday Night Writers. I first met with this group of women on July 8, 1984, 42 years ago. I had previously joined a group led by Elizabeth, but it didn’t work out, so she suggested I join an already-formed women’s group. The group met at the Sitting Room in Rohnert… Read more »
Path along Moraine Lake
The path alongside Moraine Lake (Banff National Park) is packed earth, polished by hikers’ feet and interrupted by smooth, exposed roots of lodgepole pine and white spruce. The lake is the turquoise blue of glacial runoff, surreal in its beauty, a mirror of the mountainous backdrop and what remains of the glacier above. No wonder… Read more »
Grace's Tea Party. Photograph by my niece and master tea party giver, Megan Dudley
I was Grace’s age when Santa Claus brought me a cherished porcelain tea set. It came packed in a green-striped cardboard box, with a place for each piece. I have kept it in that box for the last 72 years, secure in the cedar chest my grandmother Damery gave me for 8th-grade graduation. I knew… Read more »
This year, I discovered a side of my father I had not known. My sisters, Judy and Shelly, and I were sorting through family items in Judy’s attic, including a box of my father’s letters my mother had saved during Dad’s service in the Second World War. The letters begin after they met on a… Read more »
My grandmother Florence and mother Lois
Mother’s Day Memories, Sweet and Bittersweet A repeat post, I know, but this is one of my favorite blog posts about my mother, Lois Emily Peabody Damery, so I’m reposting it again. Through her, I received the blessing of generations of mothering wisdom, and I am forever grateful. Every year, Mother’s Day brings two big… Read more »
Old Valley Oak in Pioneer Cemetery
The beloved valley oak in the historic pioneer cemetery, whose generous boughs have graced our lavender field for many years, is not leafing out. We feared her demise. Last year, when a branch died abruptly, an arborist diagnosed Mediterranean Oak Borer (MOB). We cut the infected bough, irrigated the top six inches in the heat… Read more »
Since the beginning of last year, it’s as if our nation has received a strong, constitutional homeopathic remedy for the worst in ourselves. Issues of racism, greed, and narcissism, now so flagrantly in evidence, have been here from the beginning of our country and far before: the belief that some are more equal than others,… Read more »
Hungarian Parliament Building on the Danube River.
The lights on the Danube enchant, ripples of light dancing as if no dark history has ever touched this place. Yesterday, we boarded the river cruise boat, our room facing the waters of the Danube and Buda Hill. Filled with joy from the lights and the joy of gathering with my sister and her husband,… Read more »
Photo by Casey Pizzitola
What do we truly understand about falling in love? Some say it’s like a lightning strike, but to me, it feels less sharp. It’s as if everything melts into a warm, radiant sphere of presence that expands our hearts beyond what we knew. Suddenly, reason, if it remains at all, is infused with an essence… Read more »
Judy trying the front door.
Judy couldn’t remember where the key was—or wouldn’t. She claimed that the leaking roof made the house unsafe. Our second cousin now owns the family farm, which has belonged to us since the early to mid-1800s. Our great-grandfather, Thomas Pope, built the house in the 1890s after a good corn crop. His wife, Matilda, and… Read more »
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