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Pamela Shensky
Apr 16, 20241 min read
Planting a Seed
I feel as though I celebrated spring in a way I can feel gratified. I recently planted the small saplings I had keep alive all winter. I...
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Pamela Shensky
Apr 13, 20241 min read
Mixed Feelings
Saturday…a day to be free, a day to enjoy. For some reason, I think of my Grandmother Farris on this Saturday. I understand, from my dad...
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Pamela Shensky
Apr 9, 20242 min read
The Kitchen
One of my happiest moments in the day happens in my kitchen around 5:30 in the morning. I have an hour before the sun rises, before the...
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Pamela Shensky
Apr 7, 20242 min read
Mothers and Marigolds
Now and then, for no significant reason, thoughts of my mother interrupt a present moment; it happened yesterday while planting...
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Pamela Shensky
Apr 5, 20241 min read
Time
‘The year is tiptoeing silently but briskly in front of my life. There is a clever thief amongst us it seems. It is sticky-fingered and...
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Pamela Shensky
Apr 2, 20241 min read
Purple and Gold
These days of spring are doing what they should, they are softly summoning feelings of renewal…and where can that be more prevailing than...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 31, 20242 min read
An Easter Wonder
There is an old house in Morbihan next to Caribbean Ice Co. A couple, the Knatts, lived there for much of their 90-plus years. About 3...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 30, 20241 min read
A Quick and Cantankerous Outburst
After a few tortuous minutes of cable TV, this (escapism) thought reappeared…sorry for the rant. I remember these days, days in spring...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 28, 20241 min read
Mother Goose
For a good part of winter, I keep baby chicks, ducks, and one (mother) goose in my laundry room in a box with a light. When they were a...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 27, 20241 min read
Marc Chagall and a Green Lizard
I recently posted a quote from Marc Chagall something that said, true art comes from the heart…"If I create from the heart, nearly...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 21, 20241 min read
Sunbeams and Robins
I intentionally walk slowly through the downstairs rooms, following the path of the late afternoon sun rays. Their light is magical, each...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 19, 20242 min read
Time Fades
It is funny how sometimes loneliness creeps in even as the world wondrously and beautifully wakes up once more in spring. As I watch...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 17, 20241 min read
Spiderworts, Beehives, and Rain
You must go early, before the sounds of our modern world absorb the silence that is morning. When the waxing moon still sits nearly...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 14, 20242 min read
Sketchy Screens
My poor laptop is filled with musings and pictures and stuff that has unnecessarily taken up space. I am doing somewhat of a ‘laptop...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 11, 20243 min read
Nellie
Nellie I watched the morning come in and thought about my mother. She was born on this day in 1932 in Ville Platte, Louisiana, a day that...
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Pamela Shensky
Mar 2, 20243 min read
A Poignant Place
My dad had just passed away when I began this Second Front column in 2006. It was a difficult time, the time when you moved to the top of...
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Pamela Shensky
Feb 28, 20242 min read
Blankets and a Baby Bed
Sometimes the best things happen by accident. I have just a short tale to tell about three blankets. Recently, our little Texas family...
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Pamela Shensky
Feb 21, 20242 min read
My Mother in SummerÂ
Funny how we sometimes dream of summer in winter and winter in summer… I think I am doing that now on this gray day in late January. I...
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Pamela Shensky
Feb 2, 20242 min read
Goodnight Moon
Honestly, I was searching for something to write about this week, something with a bit of substance to perhaps give you a little thought...
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Pamela Shensky
Jan 29, 20243 min read
Unplugged
Nineteen hundred ninety – two, that’s where my memories travel as I sit here in silence twenty-eight years later. The wrath of Hurricane...
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