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  • Ready - by Maida Korte             “Poor Mole stood alone in the road, his heart torn asunder, and a big sob gathering, somewhere low down inside him, to leap up to the surface presently, he knew, in passionate escape…………the wafts from his old home pleaded, whispered, conjured, and finally claimed him imperiously…”  – Kenneth Grahame             According
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  • The Tool Belt - By Maida Korte “Ho, for the Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee!He was as wicked as wicked could be.But oh, he was perfectly gorgeous to see!The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.” (Mildred Plew Miegs)           Andy likes to do nice things for me.  His ideas as to what those nice things are come from his boy
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  • What To Do - by Maida Korte “Yes, terrible things happen.  But sometimes those terrible things – they save you.” (Chuck Palahniuk)             “I am a Russian interior designer.  Rip it out.”  I practice saying this out loud in the privacy of my car when I mentally review some projects after seeing them for the first time. This line
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  • Paying Attention -  Maida Korte             “Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.”  Coco Chanel             Two times in my life I have had a friend offer to do a make-over on me.  Two times.  And these offers were in close proximity to each other.  I can take a hint – so I muffled an ‘okay I
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  • Paths Dimly Lit - Maida Korte “Adversity is the state in which man most easily becomes acquainted with himself, being especially free of admirers.”  –  John Wooden             When I was in sixth grade, Janet Babb’s mother informed my mom that I was too rambunctious to be allowed to attend her daughter’s horse riding party.  I was able to
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  • The Boys - By Maida Korte “I’m not trouble at all. I’m just a guy trying to get a girl to give him the time of day. I’m like every song on the radio.” – Hailey Abbott                         It was such a short time ago, it seems, when I was pregnant with Kimberly, my oldest daughter.  I
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  • Bed Time -           by Maida Korte “Was it for this I uttered prayers, and sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs? That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?”                                                             Edna St. Vincent Millay             What child likes bedtime?  Not one I know, except for the singular unicorn moment when so exhausted from
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  • Blinking - By Maida Korte           “We grow accustomed to the Dark –            When Light is put away –            As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp            To witness her Good bye –             A Moment – We Uncertain step            For newness of the night –            Then – fit our Vision to the Dark –            And meet the
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  • The Porch - I have always lived with a certain level of anxiety being an intense person by nature. I suppose that is why I fell in love with an old house. We came to smooth and soothe each other. I miss you old girl.
  • Moving - Maida Korte- “I give you this to take with you:Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you canbegin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”– Judith Minty  Since I had roots so firmly planted in city soil, uprooting them to move to the country would take some doing. Rather than focus on where
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