Patterns in the sand
Some say they look life branches
Some say more like flames
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D-L Nelson is an American-born Swiss-Canadian writer and journalist. Visit her website www.dlnelsonwriter.com
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- 2015 a year with boxes not resolutions.
- Meet the new baron and baroness
- C batteries
- Something went right
- "You have to upate your blog"
- "I won't sell it to you"
- For once I loved a telephone
- We thought it was lost
- snap, crash, pop
- We salvaged Christmas
- The Christmas from hell
- A really traumatic 24
- Email relief
- Winter Solstice
- More taxi encounters of the third kind
- The best Christmas present
- My mother's face
- Perspectives
- Last day housesitting in Westport Ireland
- Rocks and Buddy Hackett.
- Line dancing in France
- Graveyards
- Find and replace
- Kid for Christmas
- What a difference a letter here or there makes
- Career Rocks
- Champagne and chins
- Authentic
- A lady pirate
- Rooby's view of the world and us as sitters
- Sunday lunch
- Good news Bad news on FATCA
- Malta
- The challenge and other conversations
- Endings can be good too
- Good wishes
- Dear NSA
- A few hours in Galway
- Happy Birthday
- There's something about tea rooms
- The prophesy
- Dear NSA
- Rainbows (from two days ago before the storm)
- Finding Wilson
- Different body clocks, different thermometers
- A new use for Velcro
- Playing with words
- Building a wall
- Christmas and Kells
- Looking young
- I've looked at clouds from both sides now
- Not because he's my husband
- Cake eating
- Our temporary neighbourhood
- Beach haiku
- The darkest day is coming
- Go Boris
- If you have an Irish name
- Old ladies...Revolt
- There's no doubt that Rick and I have our body ...
- Is house sitting for everyone
- The morning walk with Rooby (Ruby) brought the...
- Rick and Rooby (Ruby) at the beach
- Willow tea room
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