Linda Gray Sexton

Metal Plates & Aging Gracefully

By Linda Gray Sexton / July 1, 2020 /

Two years ago, my youngest Dalmatian, Mac, broke his leg in three places while colliding with his older brother as they jumped high to compete for a ball. He had a twelve inch metal plate and twenty screws implanted to save it from amputation. You can still see the bumps under his skin and it…

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Celebrating the Ordinary

By Linda Gray Sexton / June 10, 2020 /

What has this month brought for you this year? Last May and June here in Maryland, we had temperatures that were warm but not hot, sunny days and little rain, breezes rather than wind. Not so in 2020, however, as it has rained an inordinate amount, (particularly over the weekends), and the temperatures have sometimes…

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Switching to “Linda’s Letters”

By Linda Gray Sexton / May 20, 2020 /

By now, all of you must know how much I enjoy writing these little billet doux to you. As I work on bigger projects—like the memoir that now consumes 90% of my attention—creating them is like flexing a word conscious muscle. It helps me to grow as a writer as it simultaneously keeps me in…

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Feed the Need

By Linda Gray Sexton / April 29, 2020 /

Last time I wrote, I mentioned that I thought the most we could do in the midst of this COVID crisis was to be patient and to shelter-in-place. While I still believe that to be true, I am–like  many others–beginning to feel claustrophobic, confined, and helpless. On the news, I hear of the many protests…

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Our Motionless March

By Linda Gray Sexton / April 9, 2020 /

On March 30th, joy arrived in my house with a phone call: my second grandson had just been born in New York City. The photos my son then sent showed me what a beauty he is, only six and a half pounds, with a full head of dark hair. I am greatly relieved, as well,…

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A Call for Cody

By Linda Gray Sexton / March 18, 2020 /

I call out Cody’s name but he does not respond. He does not wag his tail, or even look to me for reassurance. His body is stiff, his mouth foaming, his legs paddle in the air, his eyes have rolled back and have no visible iris. He is in the middle of a grand mal…

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Missing the Home We Knew

By Linda Gray Sexton / February 26, 2020 /

How often do we return to a place where we once lived, or loved, during a different period in our lives, only to find it changed? Last week, Brad and I went back to San Francisco’s Bay Area, the wealthy suburbs just south of the city. He and I had lived and worked there for…

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There Will Always Be Books

By Linda Gray Sexton / January 26, 2020 /

I am in my writing room, procrastinating, having deserted my computer. It is three o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon and I am supposed to be working on my new memoir. Then a thought occurs to me and I break away, freed from distraction.  What was I doing there, cozied up on the couch? Reading. Being Mortal:…

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Legacies of Love

By Linda Gray Sexton / November 26, 2019 /

Sometimes the years shift forward abruptly, like an earthquake: so much changes in the space of a second. This last Friday I was caught up short as I sat down at my desk and opened my computer.  Nestled in my inbox was an email from the son of my best friend, Myrna, who died from…

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By Linda Gray Sexton / November 5, 2019 /

Does it ever seem to you that we are bombarded by hashtags? Particularly when it comes to certain days or months for a particular and sometimes obscure cause, object, or person? It used to be that we only had the more obvious President’s Day, Mother’s Day and Columbus Day, but now we have a great…

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