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Letter to Leila: Elevenish Months | bokker

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About the half of it. Letter to Leila: Elevenish Months. January 24, 2011. It’s probably more traditional to write a letter to your baby when they reach one year old. But you’re a quirky girl, so I’ll quirk that particular convention for you. In any case, this elevenish months milestone feels like the biggest one we’ve approached yet, what with me starting work and you going to your childminder, both of us in our Big Girl clothes. Ps One day, when you are a teenager, I am going to wake you up at 5.30...

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's: December 2011

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's. Lifeone sip at a time. Thursday, December 22, 2011. Mid-morning at St. Arbuck’s. It had been a rough week, what with having said a final goodbye to Miss Alice, my mother-in-law. She had fought bravely against the stroke that had come without warning, stripping away everything that had made her, well.her, and in the end, as so often happens when the very elderly are so stricken, it took her life. A bored businessman patiently awaited the delivery of his beverage, his eyes betray...

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's: August 2011

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's. Lifeone sip at a time. Friday, August 26, 2011. A stippling of sunlight filtered down through the towering redwoods, their pungent scent saturating the intimate campus confines as a warm breeze stirred what was left of my recently shorn locks that early September morn. Seems my new college had a dress code, and long hair was forbidden.as was most everything else commonly enjoyed by those of my generation. But, that’s another story. Shoulder-length blonde hair; eyes of cerulean ...

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Mr Toad's Wild Ride: February 2009

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Mr Toad's Wild Ride. Saturday, February 28, 2009. They say work with what you have. I have eggs. They are pretty good subjects, they don't smile but they do sit still and they don't talk back. I'm thinking of making Easter cards from my own photos of my own eggs. I'm partial to the warmer version. But I'm always partial to the warmer one, no matter what the picture is. Friday, February 27, 2009. Thursday, February 26, 2009. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. Wednesday, February 25, 2009. Saturday, Februa...

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's: Hollow Girl

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's. Lifeone sip at a time. Friday, July 20, 2012. It was a rare, sun splashed morning in OB, the marine layer having retreated somewhere beyond the blue horizon. I mean coming from the desert I haven’t minded the cool, misty mornings, but when the misty mornings turn to misty, windy afternoons for days on end it eventually begins to wear on you. Except, that is, for one couple. They were an odd pair. She: Early thirties with ill-cut, shoulder length, drab, brown hair; large, blue e...

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's: The Spiderman Incident

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's. Lifeone sip at a time. Monday, July 23, 2012. And don't forget the flour. Last time you forgot the flour! Sometimes I think you'd forget your head if it wasn't attached.". I didn't hear you, James Edward. What did you say? She hollered from the screened-in porch. All right, mom. I won't forget.". Now you hurry back. I don't want you dawdling.". Passing the pharmacy Jimmy slowed way down and looked through the window at the magazine rack. Right away he could tell that there ...

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The Christmas Gift | Vita Umbratilis

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This is the website of author R.G. Ryan. Who Is R.G. Ryan? Snapshots At St. Arbuck’s. The Voices In My Head. One Day On The Beach. The Shoes Of The Giant. Do You See Me? I’m Wary Of The Night. Out Beyond My Window. The wind. Always the wind…the cold, cold wind. It’s there when I rise; it’s there when I lay down at night, fully clothed and under enough blankets to outfit a dozen beds. But there is no other choice given the family’s financial situation. I don’t understand why she didn’t have an...Tell me h...

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's: Interdependence Day (From Snapshots At St. Arbuck's Vol 3 ©2014 R.G. Ryan)

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's. Lifeone sip at a time. Friday, July 4, 2014. Interdependence Day (From Snapshots At St. Arbuck's Vol 3 ©2014 R.G. Ryan). 86 degrees on its way to 104. There's a 13 mph breeze blowing out of the Southwest. Independence Day and St. Arbuck's is surprisingly busy yet missing the typical morning demographic of overly stressed and harried individuals on their way to someplace more important than here. I, on the other hand, am content to just sit, sip and ponder. So I read it. Is when...

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's: May 2011

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Snapshots At St. Arbuck's. Lifeone sip at a time. Thursday, May 5, 2011. Preview From Snapshots At St. Arbuck's Vol 2. It's been awhile." This from Eddie as we sat on the patio of St. Arbuck's, sipping our brews and enjoying the brief period of time that exists between days when there is a thirty mph wind and one hundred-ten degree temperatures, and days where there is a thirty mph wind and fifty degree temperatures. It's normally called "October," but this year it started a week early. What did you just...