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A Change in the Air
Though it is early September, Labor Day in fact, I feel the wheel of the seasons turning. I’ve noticed the light is different. The sun no longer rises so early and isn’t coming through the same windows of our house as it did at Midsummer. When did that happen? I also have noticed a distinct […]
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A Mother’s Fate
Bruce and I took Travis back to school yesterday, and I’m feeling some anxiety about his living off campus in a house with six other boys this year. I should have asked more questions during this summer. I should have made Travis sit down with me and plan what he needed to take with him, […]
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The Change I’m Choosing
How many of us would choose some of the changes we have undergone in our lives? I know if I could choose my path I would not be unemployed right now, and neither would my husband. The past four years have been a long, sometimes hard four years, not knowing how we would survive or […]
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Reclaiming the Artist Within
I’ve been sidetracked this summer, really for most of last year. I was teaching at a school where I wasn’t happy and was overworked, so much so that I developed a cyst on my vocal chords from talking for seven hours straight, five days a week. I resigned from that position earlier this year before […]
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Youth
I used to be a brunette. I once had long, silky, nearly black hair. It was my best feature, but that was twenty years and two children ago. Back then I was proud of my hair, and I still enjoy how heavy and thick it is, but the color has faded. Okay, that is putting […]
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Picking Blackberries
About a week ago Bruce and I went to Iola to the ski trails to pick blackberries. Spending quality time together during the week is one of the few perks of our both being unemployed right now. We took along two big baskets, former Easter baskets from Erik and Travis that were much too big […]
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Hello world!
Southern Roots and Northern Blossoms Twenty six years ago as one of my bridal showers was wrapping up, Mrs. Shirley Friedman and I were talking about my upcoming marriage. I felt overwhelmed with the generosity of my mother’s friends and wondered what would become of me when I left my home in Georgia to marry […]
Shannon H. Anderson
Southern Roots & Northern Blossoms
Shannon H. Anderson 