She dominates the room with her bright hues of crimson, wine, and peach on a field of lavender. I can’t see her face, but she is beautiful. We were not looking to purchase art when I saw her hanging in a gallery in Old Town, Quebec. Mister and I intended to enjoy the fall......
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Dear Grandpa, I miss you. Really miss you. I didn’t have to see you every day or even every month to know that you were there. You were sitting in that chair with your comically large magnifying glass and the newspaper. You were drinking coffee early in the day after having changed into pants......
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To My Corksicle Sippy Cup, With Love I didn’t expect this relationship to develop so quickly. You were in my stocking at Christmas and we’ve been inseparable ever since. In fact, I had to buy you a partner to give you a break on cottage weekends. Sometimes absence makes the heart grow fonder. Since......
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To My Former Barista, We had a good thing going. You would write my name on a large cup when you saw me in line at Luke’s and would punch in my order before I even asked. I would sometimes give you a wink and a challenge by requesting a scone too. Today it......
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Dear Pasta Maker, It has been a long time since I felt that tingly feeling you get in the pit of your stomach. Butterflies people call it. I call it a craving. I have been unable to eat wheat, rice, and potatoes for so long–because my naturopath hates me–that I needed you to complete my......
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