Monthly Archives: November 2014

The Joy of Creatures

Posted on November 29, 2014 by Sheila N

I am writing this blog with a head full of bird seed, and cardboard. Not literally, I’m pleased to add. Whilst I’m mainly thinking about what I want to say about pet ownership, part of me is also wondering: 1) … Continue reading →

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A Ring of Endless, Reflective Light

Posted on November 18, 2014 by Sheila N

Dad decided to bury Mom’s engagement ring with her. His choice. My most vivid memories of Mom, and that ring, are of her sitting quietly in the pews of the Presbyterian church. Admiring her ring. Moving it, so that the … Continue reading →

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Ice Cream, Sea Chanties, and the Three Bells

Posted on November 12, 2014 by Sheila N

The internet, I’m sure you’ve noticed, taketh away: principally, time which might be better spent ironing socks, or underwear.(1) It also giveth. For example, I have Papa Internet to thank for my knowledge of which Louis of France was “the … Continue reading →

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The ’67 Riot, the DIA, and Me

Posted on November 7, 2014 by Sheila N

I don’t remember the Detroit riots of 1967. Which is odd. My earliest memories are from around age 4, and, whilst I was still a child, I was plenty old enough to remember what happened in those dreadful days of … Continue reading →

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Beetlepoppers and Ferry Cakes

Posted on November 2, 2014 by Sheila N

Every family – however big, however small – has its own secret language. One known, and amusing, only to themselves. Even the little nuclear family of my husband, Gerald C Dalek, Arthur C Rat, Mr Fish and I have our … Continue reading →

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