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Story Puts the Happy in New Year

by Barbara Hartsook on January 6, 2010 · 4 comments

in Conversation Over Coffee

I have to share a happy new year story with you. It’s called A Walk in the Snow with Not-So Strangers. I was roaming the Internet from the Technorati site, and through a series of clicks from here, found myself on Katie Paine’s blog. In the side bar were titles of recent posts, and this [...]

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Yesterday I got a survey-type email from a friend that asked what I’d rather be doing, my favorite foods, fragrances, etc. I don’t normally take such surveys. I just read them and then delete. But this one made me think a minute… I was asked what smells really good to me? I like to breathe [...]

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We’re in the second week of local high school tack meets in Northern Ohio, and it’s snowing on the violets. If I go to my grandkids’ meet tomorrow, I’ll put on a down vest and gloves. I’ll have my BlackBerry to take snapshots, jot notes to myself, maybe voice-record a thought or two. Oh, and [...]

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Dust is a Verb?

by Barbara Hartsook on March 23, 2009 · 12 comments

in Conversation Over Coffee

It’s spring, that time of year when we used to clean our houses thoroughly. In fact, when my sisters and I were growing up in our small town, foregoing this yearly ritual was considered a social and cultural taboo. If you weren’t scrubbing and airing-out and waxing and buffing the same week as your neighbors, [...]

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We See More Than We Think We See

by Barbara Hartsook on November 20, 2008 · 2 comments

in Conversation Over Coffee

Our eyes see more than we think… Yesterday, I said to a friend that, while driving through a small town just south of me, I felt a throwback to an earlier time, perhaps a time of my grandmother – who knows how far back I was thrown for just an instant. Vintage photo of my [...]

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It smells like the beginning of fall — you know, that smell of half-summer, half fall. Oh, I can’t explain it… but it’s nice.  It smells like something new is coming… So said my twenty-year-old granddaughter Lyssa, as she opened the door to the morning on the way to her college classes for the day. [...]

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We Covet Old Crockery…

by Barbara Hartsook on June 21, 2008 · 39 comments

in Conversation Over Coffee

An old crockery pot lay against a crooked stone wall. Dusty and hot in the sun. Chipped just a tiny piece in the back. I nudged it with my toe, and while I knocked loose part of the stone behind it, nothing crawled out, so I considered it safe to pick up. I blew off [...]

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With brush and pen I paint… er, make that brush and pencil. Liquid pencils that come in a jar. On a quick trip to Bunny’s Artwork a couple weeks ago I found what looked like an ink and wash painting, which reminded me of Angus Stewart’s watercolors. I commented to Bunny, and she wrote back [...]

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