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About lettersfromheartscontent

Mother of six, wife to a forester and educator, former homeschool teacher and tutor with Classical Conversations. Now retired from teaching music at a small Christian school. In my retirement I am quilting, decluttering, and calling country dances--contra dances and more for people in my community who want to get out again.

Day 16. Pshaw, Cuterie

Posted on April 3, 2020 by lettersfromheartscontent

If you make a meal of many little dishes and if adorable family members all gathered around it, you have, let’s say, a ‘cuterie’. Pshaw, you can’t help but smile at these pictures of the family hamming it up. My … Continue reading →

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Day 15. National Poetry Month

Posted on April 1, 2020 by lettersfromheartscontent

I was looking forward to sharing poetry with my secondary school music students this year. While my Classical Conversations students were used to conversation sloshing across all subject boundaries, my Music students are only now getting used to it. (I … Continue reading →

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Day 14. An Hour and a Half of Grins

Posted on March 31, 2020 by lettersfromheartscontent

I sang old familiar songs with my school children today and it was good for all of us! First, I spent time with preschool through second grade, and then immediately with grades three through six. After some excited chatter–I left … Continue reading →

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Day 13. Escape

Posted on March 30, 2020 by lettersfromheartscontent

Today I drove an 80-mile loop doing necessary errands, through rural countryside and into our large retail district. The world I knew has changed in some eerie ways. I mailed my father-in-law’s tax return from the post office where it … Continue reading →

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Day 12. Home, Sweet Home

Posted on March 29, 2020 by lettersfromheartscontent

Yesterday I described the cast of this drama. Today I give you something of the setting. Well, who could have guessed that my obsession with hygge two years ago would pay off so profoundly! I take my role of hygge-cultivator … Continue reading →

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Day 11. What I did on my COVID Vacation

Posted on March 28, 2020 by lettersfromheartscontent

Dear reader, It has been some time since I invited you into my home for a story. Let me give you the cast: College son #1 who is a senior at a tech college. His hands-on education just ended as … Continue reading →

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Dance at Holleran Hall

Posted on January 7, 2018 by lettersfromheartscontent

When I wrote my last post I was still giddy with what happened at the wedding reception: I ‘called’ country dances without anything but a dancer’s experience and saw a listless party come to life. On the drive home, the … Continue reading →

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Calling the shots

Posted on October 8, 2017 by lettersfromheartscontent

Tonight something amazing happened and I want to tell someone. So, we attended the wedding of Owen and Jenn, friends of my adult children, and afterwards ate well at the potluck reception. After a long delay, the old-timey band began to play, … Continue reading →

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Pantoum for Early Spring

Posted on June 2, 2017 by lettersfromheartscontent

We dance from black and white into living color. The brown garden is unveiled through receding snow. Twig tips pointillate in copper, red, and gold. Morning sun glows lemon through dewy leaves. The brown garden is unveiled through receding snow. … Continue reading →

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Maybe It Is the Beer

Posted on May 30, 2017 by lettersfromheartscontent

This past weekend we celebrated our parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. It was an event remarkable for its unusual congeniality; we four sisters have had our differences and one sister would have nothing to do with me for over a decade … Continue reading →

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