Michelle Dearmin Preston

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  • What Sad Looks Like

    When my daughter was in third grade she decided she wanted to be in the school talent show. I signed a permission slip, and together we chose a short humorous poem for her to read—Cartwheels from the book Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little. On the day of the talent show, my daughter…

  • Roses and Blueberry Jam

         Every now and then, I don’t recognize myself. It happened just yesterday. I was working in my rose garden–pulling weeds, clipping off dead branches, and spreading mulch. When it was done, I sat back to look at it, and it looked pretty good. Then all of a sudden, I saw my garden through the…

  • On Juggling

         My sister used to juggle raw eggs. She would stand there in the kitchen deftly passing the eggs from hand to hand with one eye on my mother—because the whole display was aimed at her. Mom hated the willful destruction of perfectly good food. I would watch with wide-eyes, torn between admiration and horror.…

  • That Fall Feeling

    I love the autumn. I guess that’s pretty obvious from the picture on my blog page. When I was growing up, there wasn’t much of a fall season. It seemed to go from summer to winter in about a week. By Halloween we were trudging through snow in our heavy coats, flashing our costumes at the…

  • This blog is under construction…

    I click a few buttons, choose a theme, and presto…I have a blog. And there it is…my blog…just waiting for me to share all of my thoughts. I have been staring at it all week—the blankest of all blank pages—waiting for those magically important thoughts to come to me. And I’m still waiting.   Of…

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