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‘I don’t have time to sit down and read.’ Those are the words I grew up hearing. Okay, maybe “grew up hearing” is an exaggeration, but I do remember them. I heard them when my two sisters and I and our father were in the living room reading the Sunday Seattle Times and called to Mommy to join us. ‘I don’t have time to read the paper,’ she would call from the kitchen.
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I am a Pacific Northwest native transplanted to the southeast for 36 years. In 2012, I returned to my childhood home and fell in love with this corner of the country again. I am a grandmother, a storywriter, a teacher, an attention payer, a hiker, and a back roads wanderer. Check out my website (and my memoir) at www.gretchenstaebler.com.
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2 thoughts on “The Time is at Hand”
Beautiful…beautiful…your dear mom is finding her own way home.
She is indeed. Her heart is ready, her feet are dragging.