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Your own way
“Live life for you, not the audience in your head.” ~Cheryl Richardson, Self-Care Wisdom Cards Critics corner / Cindy La Ferle ~Check out featured posts, additional content, and a NEW link to my Pinterest boards on the home page. ~
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Spreading sunshine
“Let the rays of your heart shine on all who pass by.” ~Terri Guillemets On the St. Joseph River / Cindy La Ferle ~Check out featured posts, additional content, and a NEW link to my Pinterest boards on the home page. ~
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An October memory
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” ~Lucy Maud Montgomery The following essay began as a journal entry after my father died. Later, it was published in the October 1998 edition of Mary Engelbreit’s Home Companion. The piece is also included in my book, Writing Home. October Memories By Cindy La Ferle Lately I’ve been thinking of these lines from Anne Mary Lawler’s poem about the seasons: October dresses in flame and gold, like a woman afraid of growing old. This is a potent month for memories. Yesterday I watched while my son and the children next door tumbled like acrobats in the fallen leaves. (Is there…
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Things that haunt us
“I have learned, the hard way, to be very careful of how much I share and where I place my trust. Sometimes the things we say come back to haunt us.” ~Marjorie Holmes Blue Moon Vintage Market / Cindy La Ferle ~Check out featured posts, additional content, and a NEW link to my Pinterest boards on the home page. ~
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Remembering my father
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” ~Lucy Maud Montgomery The following essay began as a journal entry after my father died. Later, it was published in the October 1998 edition of Mary Engelbreit’s Home Companion. The piece is also included in my book, Writing Home. Lately I’ve been thinking of these lines from Anne Mary Lawler’s poem about the seasons: October dresses in flame and gold, like a woman afraid of growing old. This is a potent month for memories. Yesterday I watched while my son and the children next door tumbled like acrobats in the fallen leaves. (Is there a kid in the Midwest who…