Every Wednesday is Olivia Day for me and my husband, Rick. We’ve watched our only grandchild every Wednesday since April 2016. She delights our hearts every time her father, Sam – our firstborn – brings her through our door until her mom, Hallie – our sweet daughter-in-law, comes to pick her up after work. Olivia is 23 months old now and every time we see her, a little more of her personality emerges. This past Wednesday, the first Wednesday of October 2017, she came wanting cinnamon raisin toast, to make noodles and waffles with Play-Doh, and to listen to me read to her “I Can…
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Orange is the new ocean. At my Minnesota cabin in autumn, anyway. Wind swirls ripple and cause swishes in its sea. Nature splashes it spray before it rests in white. Sanskrit’s naranga: “orange tree.” I am awash in its fruitiness. Its scent, aged in musky sweetness, allures even the staunchest summer hold-outs and those reluctant to sea change. I admit I am one, as is Mickey, my golden retriever, who loves to fish. I’ll not be the one to tell him the docks will come out next week. I, for today, at least, while nature says I still can, am choosing to moor in my Orange Ocean.…
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