Broken Spoons, Gone to Pieces

I love these spoons. OK, granted, they are not spoons.  They are spoon-shaped spoon-holders.  And they are broken. Yet again. The royal blue-and-yellow piece-in-pieces is from Portugal, a gift from my parents from a winter ventures to the Algarve. It was my first spoon-holder and I used it for all it was worth. And then some. Obviously. […]

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The Windsurfer Stays

In the upper recesses of our garage, an ancient windsurfer presides. It rests on the top shelf, tucked behind the leaf blower, an old bicycle tire, and tiny ski boots we’re holding onto for the grandkids. I think the grandkids may have actually outgrown the boots by now, but never mind. Project for another day. […]

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Trophies to Give Away, Memories to Keep

It’s funny how memory works. Last fall, in a fit of de-cluttering, I came across a storage bin full of old trophies: awards from various run/bike/swim events I’d competed in, cross-country ski loppets, mountain bike races. When I was in my late teens and early twenties, endurance sports were a big part of my life. […]

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