Life
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Watergate Salad
Green, sugary goodness that memories are made of Photo by the author As I pull the mixing blade from the bowl, a white peak covers the top like the final upward swirl of a soft-serve ice cream cone. The mixture of heavy… Continue reading
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Searchlight
a poem Image by lisistent from Pixabay Walls surround the memories,a life mine but not mine,images shrouded in shadowslike a veil hiding a widow’s face,concealing eyes that dart along walls,searching for a window, an openingwhere once the light poured in,where once… Continue reading
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When Loss Becomes Part of Us
Weaving grief into my emotional tapestry Grief visits every year during what I call “grief week,” stretching from the first to second Mondays in August. I’ve absorbed this week into my calendar of events just as I’ve absorbed grief into… Continue reading
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How to Make Your Marriage the Best Ever
The power of patience in a relationship The other day I attended a wedding by myself. The daughter of one of my husband’s best friends was getting married, and I didn’t find out until the night before that my husband… Continue reading
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Altered Perceptions
What kayaking taught me about the nature of illusions and the power of perspective How often do we find ourselves perceiving one thing, convincing ourselves that our perception is the way things are, only to discover that we’re looking at… Continue reading
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The Road Home: An Essay in Photos
When the journey away leads back to where it all began ONE. Start here with a crystalline blue river, quaking aspens along its banks, the water’s edge a reflecting pool for the murky greens and rusted yellows of fall. Follow… Continue reading
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Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May
A reminder from illness and life to seize the day In the movie Dead Poets Society, Robin Williams’ character, Mr. Keating, a professor at an elite boarding school for boys, asks a student to open his hymnal to page 542 and… Continue reading
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Smokescreen: A Personal Essay
Smokescreen By Krista Schumacher On my sixth birthday, I watched my father ride away on his Harley Davidson. As the years went by, I wondered what roads he traveled as I blew out the candles on my cake, remembering how… Continue reading
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Smokescreen
On my sixth birthday, I watched my father ride away on his Harley Davidson. As the years went by, I wondered what roads he traveled as I blew out the candles on my cake, remembering how I used to wait… Continue reading
Krista Schumacher 