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Packing Up

Dear, I enjoyed your latest letter, though it left me melancholy: as melancholy possibly as you were writing it? Which is surely a sign of an effective writer: using the medium to convey her own emotion. Most writers don’t I … Continue reading

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Christmas away from st Anne’s

Sorry to keep you waiting, dear. Christmas occurred, and I’m also trying to straighten a few things out for the new year. I hope your solitude never deteriorated into loneliness, and that stupid reality kept from rearing it’s ugly face … Continue reading

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Grounded Turkey

Well, here we are, Dear, And here we’ll remain: it seems, at least until the weather lets up some. I am quite enjoying the Disaster aspect of winter this year, especially since it has prompted my family to stay put and … Continue reading

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Sleepreading

Dearest, I have of late added to my list of peculiarities the habit of not sleeping very well. Possibly I’m responding to your hypothetical Vicar beckoning to come help bring order to the vestry or to ring the changes, and … Continue reading

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Swear Not By the Fickle Moon

Darling, A New Year’s Resolution, you suggest, with the spirit of (may I suggest) a woman half your age. A New Year’s resolution – as though it might be kept. A New Year’s Resolution – as though there was a … Continue reading

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Hark, the Herald Angels sing. Or so I’m told.

‘This the season, and I won’t deny it. Have you seen this Sceptred Isle from above, when covered in snow like this? Quite, quite, forgiving. Snow like the cover you put over important furniture in rooms you don’t expect to … Continue reading

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Let It Snow

Dear, December is upon us. At times I wake to a light frost and those times I feel young again. You may think me creaky and cranky as an old door badly oiled – but Christmas is coming and that … Continue reading

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