walking in grace
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Memories, Reunions, and Me
Is That Too Narcissistic A Title? Memories like the corners of my mind, misty water colored memories of the way we were. Memories, Barbara Streisand Oh, the way we were. Sometimes better than we are now; other times not. With two reunions in the same amount of weekends, I’m trying to sort through and navigate… Continue reading
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Lessons From The Band Room
“Hey, Baby. Don’t play so loud.” Yes. Words from the lips of my seventeen-year-old trumpet playing boyfriend. To me, third chair trumpet player. Mostly trumpet-carrying sixteen-year-old. I couldn’t really blame him. You see, he’d been playing his horn for quite some time. And he played it well. I, on the other hand, chose my ‘borrowed… Continue reading
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A Real Fixer Upper
Today is my Mama’s birthday. She would have been 89 years old. Happy birthday, Mama!! I miss her. The older I get, the things I miss about her change. Honestly, I miss the things we missed out on in this life. I have so many questions I never asked, and she never shared. And that… Continue reading
Angi Aymond 