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In between
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jun 17Chatting with a Facebook "friend" the other day, something in the conversation led to my posting a photo of me back in the early '70s when living ...
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Getting skinnier, year two
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - May 20I told you a year ago about starting the new kid on the block as to losing weight: intermittent fasting. I started intermittent fasting a year ...
My new old oven
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Apr 22Goodwill is a dangerous store. I wish it weren't so handily located, so easy to drop in and "just look" to see what might have come in while at ...
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Honey in my cocoa/cacao, maple syrup in my coffee …
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Mar 25Honey in my cacao (kuh-kah-oh), maple/birch syrup in my coffee. Some years back I banned white sugar from my cupboards. Nutritionally, it's a dead ...
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About those 'bed-socks'
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Feb 25I don't heat my bedroom for two reasons. I sleep better, for one, and two, it saves a bit on the fuel oil. At least, I tell myself that. But this ...
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A new tenant
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jan 28I have a new tenant. I was sitting here at my computer "winter office" tucked into a corner of my dining area when I thought I caught a movement ...
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Time for remembering
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Dec 31"To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the sun...and for every work." — Eccles:3.1,17 Life, work and play were ...
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Bubble and squeak
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Dec 03It's the season for boiled dinners and next day “leftover” meals. These meals coincide with, and originally were derived from, the hardy root ...
Cursive, a new code?
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Oct 22Going through some old boxes, I found a package of letters that I had written my mother when I was in second grade. They were in cursive. Cursive ...
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Belly breathers
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Sep 24I'm a "shallow breather." Not good. Babies take their first breaths, typically, between great squalls of what seem like protests from being ...
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Pine needle tea?
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jun 03Every spring, for decades, I gather pine needles of the white pine for “tea.” I wrote a column on it some 25 years ago and how it led to saving ...
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Morning in Maine country
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - May 06Wood stove chasing off the morning chill, sun breaking through the white pines, watching the little red squirrel's frustrated attempts to get at ...
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The art of lollygagging
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Apr 08lol·ly·gag·ging: to spend time idly; loaf. It's one of those wonderful words from my childhood that you never hear anymore. I have long ago ...
I wonder…
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Mar 11The howling winds of this past week with the "Widow-Maker Winds,” nature's way of pruning the forest by bringing down the weak trees and limbs, ...
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Born with a silver spoon…?
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Feb 11We've all heard it: “Born with a silver spoon in their mouth.” It came to mean "born into wealth" as it was traditional for well-to-do parents to ...
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Take thyme
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jan 14A few days ago, one of my sons brought over a beef brisket, put it in my "lobster pot," put in the spices from the packet that comes with it, ...
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So bring us some figgy pudding
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Dec 17For some years after I bought my forest home out here in the country, 29 years ago, my neighbor lady was a tiny, feisty little English-Irish lady ...
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Only one way through it
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Nov 05I concede. Winter has a foothold. No way to stop it. The only around it is straight through it. This is the time of year when I start concentrating...
And his name is Malachi
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Oct 08Full circle. My fifth great-grandchild, Malachi, arrived this summer as the firstborn to parents who are over-the-moon in love with him. Over 20 ...
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Chin back
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Aug 28The older I get, the more I find out how much I don't know, especially little things that are so simple I wonder how did I get this old and not ...
