Category Archives: Brenda’s Posts

Screaming for Ice Cream

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. And scream they did, all those grass-stained Little Leaguers who crowded into the ice cream shop where I worked summers during high school, clamoring for chocolate, strawberry and peppermint stick. … Continue reading

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Inspiration Among the Gravestones

Is it just me, or do all mystery writers feel at home in old cemeteries? The breeze carries stories of those whose names and dates of death are chiseled into marble headstones, tangible markers of the earthly existence of both … Continue reading

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Springtime Rituals

I filed my tax returns yesterday, went to the main post office in Portland, walked into the circa 1932 building and put them in the big chute mailbox, just like I did before there was an internet. Tradition can be … Continue reading

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Here Comes The Sun

Two young women in a red convertible with the top down zipped by me when I was driving home from work Tuesday evening. Heads thrown back, sunglasses glinting with the 5:45 rays brought to us by Daylight Saving Time, they were … Continue reading

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The Beauty of Life Stories, Well Told

I love a well-written obit. In fact, the obituary section may be why I still subscribe to several newsprint papers, which, unlike their digital cousins, invite me to really read, rather than skim. That’s important when we’re talking mini life … Continue reading

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Walking the Winter Beach, Redux

Dear MCW blog readers:  Sometimes I scroll back through old posts and come upon one that’s ripe for a re-run, and so it is with this March, 2017 post about our Sunday beach-walking ritual. Forecaster chatter this week is we’re … Continue reading

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The Scent of Balsam

The simplest thing can bring on the flood. A song. A scent. The shiny red-green-gold beads in a strand of garland. It’s Christmastime, and for me, sentiment comes easy. Putting up the tree triggers the memories, doesn’t it? Last weekend … Continue reading

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