tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524591176867578828.post6671177531069103989..comments2017-04-15T05:44:22.418-07:00Comments on Kathryn Davis Editorial: The Sweetest Dayswarrent sattunyuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141945826093194813noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524591176867578828.post-83669865633939831632015-03-29T08:15:13.411-07:002015-03-29T08:15:13.411-07:00I thank each and everyone of you for your generous...I thank each and everyone of you for your generous comments.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11168514531170687619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524591176867578828.post-45622348488733856642014-08-17T07:58:22.333-07:002014-08-17T07:58:22.333-07:00What a beautiful story. Thank you.What a beautiful story. Thank you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07294684392155431972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524591176867578828.post-64769262170711364882013-03-23T17:12:04.939-07:002013-03-23T17:12:04.939-07:00Thank you Patty.There are all kinds of separations...Thank you Patty.There are all kinds of separations and some we accept hoping with pain and love that the beloved will return.Other separations are final,and I am always surprised to still be standing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11168514531170687619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524591176867578828.post-6051182743028800772013-03-23T15:07:50.491-07:002013-03-23T15:07:50.491-07:00Beautiful assemblage of words and emotions. Yes, m...Beautiful assemblage of words and emotions. Yes, mothers and daughters eventually separate, some on better terms than others. I look at my beautiful mother today and rue the break we had, as I rue the break I now experience with my daughter. While I understand these are rites of passage, they nevertheless leave gaping holes while we go thru them. <br /><br />I see the muse is alive and well and drawing on the new-found (or rediscovered) southern vibe. Keep writing. It is beautiful. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09033093093370735798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524591176867578828.post-6311459864478841142012-09-06T12:42:35.719-07:002012-09-06T12:42:35.719-07:00What a lovely rememberance as well as the painting...What a lovely rememberance as well as the paintings...Does your daughter recall these moments and share your same sentiment?...<br />My mom and I, as a tot, used to have lawn picnics when we lived in Chapel Hill. One such moment was when she was telling me about the Jersey cows who "provided the milk" we were sipping. I was amazed to learn there was another place in the world outside of my college town. Then it was just Chapel Hill and New Jersey for a long time, until I heard about China half way around the world. When told if one dug down through the earth, there would be this new country, I got out my little red shovel and started looking for China...Found some nice, fat earth worms for fishing! Zacki Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17610030579249199705noreply@blogger.com