My Review of Nikon 70-200mm f/2.8G AF-S VR II Nikkor ED-IF Lens Originally submitted at Adorama Nikon 70-200mm f/2.8G AF-S VR II Zoom-Nikkor ED-IF Lens – Black Finish – 5 Year Nikon U.S.A. Warranty Nikon 70-200mm f/2.8G AF-S VR II Nikkor ED-IF Lens – Nikon U.S.A. Warranty So Very Fine By GieseGirl from North Branch, MN on 5/21/2013 5out of… Read More
Lilac Fever
I swear God invented lilacs as the cure for tattered souls. Our late spring had me wondering if my favorite white lilac would bloom by July given it’s slowly budding branches. My mom’s birthday was this past Saturday, and I usually bring a bouquet of lilacs when I visit her grave. They were her favorite flower, although she was not… Read More
Welcome To My Childhood World Of Sunday Mornings
Grandma handed me a pair of dainty white gloves and tucked a wayward curl behind my ear.  “I just don’t understand why your hair isn’t as nice as your cousin’s,†she clucked with the staccato timing frustration warrants. I shrugged in response, which once again dislodged the fat sausage curl, and placed the white bonnet on my head. I knew… Read More
Petal Pushers
The flower “buckets†stood empty, and I was amazed. I had never gone into a Trader Joe’s grocery store without seeing a dazzling display of bouquets, orchids, and blooms. At first I thought something must have happened—like a freak freeze—but then it slowly dawned on me why there were no flowers. Mother’s Day happened. Even now as I think about… Read More
A Light Fantasy
Hanging limp and impotent from our bedroom doorknob, one of my remaining Mylar party balloons looked like a spent rubber cira the disco era. A huge one, but nonetheless the image came to my somewhat distorted mind. Attached to the languishing balloon was another Mylar balloon still filled tightly with the hope and promise helium delivers. I pondered the two… Read More
Welcome To My Childhood World Of Sunday Mornings
Grandma handed me a pair of dainty white gloves and tucked a wayward curl behind my ear.  “I just don’t understand why your hair isn’t as nice as your cousin’s,†she clucked with the staccato timing frustration warrants. I shrugged in response, which once again dislodged the fat sausage curl, and placed the white bonnet on my head. I knew… Read More
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