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It seems impossible to believe now but there once was a time when beauty pageants commanded the TV spotlight and families gathered in the glow to see which woman would tearfully accept a crown and ascend to her role as … Continue reading
Jan 2, 2007, somewhere in Oregon, I noticed my throat was sore. Probably just a cold, no big deal, I thought. This is where the narrator of my life should have said, “But it was not just a cold and … Continue reading
I’m grieving. Again. Not for the dead but for the loss of the living. Fred says I should get over it, ignore it, not talk about it. There’s a logic in that, I guess. But I keep coming back to … Continue reading
Rain is coming soon. I’m in the garden, rushing to fertilize, seed, re-pot, plant and organize before Saturday, when the skies will darken and burst. My six broccoli starts are getting “leggy”–a term I’d only associated with a particular brand … Continue reading
Packing up has begun over here at the Coconut Chronicles. Slowly, I am organizing posts and putting them into boxes. I seal them with tape and mark in black felt pen “Bahamas”, “Florida”, “Ucluelet”, “Baja”, and so on. There are … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about last words, about what I’d like to pass on in my final few Coconut Chronicles. I don’t know if it matters. It’s likely, in the long run, it won’t make any difference to anyone but me. … Continue reading
Lately this space has not been a welcoming one for me. I used to love my Chronicles. I loved them while Fred and I were traveling and this was a place to record our adventures. I loved them when we … Continue reading
“Kris, tell your dad it’s dinner.” I can’t count how many times in my childhood I played messenger for my mom while she gave my dad the silent treatment. That phrase is too sterile in my opinion. “Silent treatment”, it … Continue reading