One door closes… to a hearty AMEN!

By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar

When the email dropped into my iPhone a few weeks ago, I saw the heading of “Hamster” and immediately, instinctively knew.

After 18 years of weekly submissions (936, for you mathematically inclined), I was being pink-slipped by the Salida Mountain Mail. Continue reading

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It’s a date. Or four.

 

By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar

Just about the time my own children began blessing me with grandchildren, a peculiar thing started happening in my pre-frontal lobe.

The pre-frontal lobe, dear readers, is the brain’s very own file cabinet for short-term memory. I know because I Googled (or, more precisely, Binged) it on line. And just because I am at this moment in time explaining the pre-frontal lobe and its critical role in our ability to remember facts and figures doesn’t mean the information will still be with me 24 hours from now.

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Love is in the air

By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar

Had I not seen them with my own eyes, I might be inclined to doubt they’re here already. But just so you know, during Saturday’s early morning stroll with Kizzy (translation: she was in such a hurry to get to the open field that the only part of her feet making contact with the ground were her toenails, and I was being pulled in her wake), I am pretty darn sure I saw a robin fly from my neighbor’s yard into his tree.

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