The PH Blues

If I played guitar, not in a strumming- sing-around-the-campfire kind of way, but more like Bonnie Raitt’s slide guitar that moans melancholy and emanates yearning with every string, I’d pick up that instrument today and compose the post-holiday blues.

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The Goodbye Girl

I am terrible at saying goodbye. This, I know, to be a truth. It has always been the case. There is a simple ripping in my chest when even thinking about saying the word, let alone acknowledging the feeling.

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The Engagement

My daughter recently announced her engagement and although I knew, of course, this would happen, the news caused my heart to be blown across the prairie landscape of motherhood, like an impetuous tumbleweed of emotions brimming with decades of mothering moments.

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Resolution

Writing the seemingly direct, but deceptively dangerous, goal, “Lose weight,” after eating a gingerman and a board foot of yule log, followed by a chaser of eggnog, is nothing but hilarious.

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In MusingCarole Vasta Folley