Monthly Archive: January 2008

Time changes

Last night, I griped to my Patient Husband that I keep getting the second movement of Beethoven’s Ninth running through my head, the part they call the sylvan sprite dance. (Well, some people call it that.) “And,” I added, “the…
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I miss my Grandma

This is dumb, because I don’t cry at sad movies or for sad books. And here I am with tears in my eyes. The Kiddos won’t grow up with that sense of being American-And. They’re American, and although I’ve carried…
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