Linda Gray Sexton

Summer Whimsy

By Linda Gray Sexton / June 5, 2019 /

This year, the weather was idyllic and we spent a lot of time lounging on rafts in the pool, pushing the little ones on the swings and clambering up into the treehouse; Brad spent the last two months as its design architect, engineer and carpenter, building the structure by hand–from pouring its cement footings to…

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The Blessing of Mom’s Voice

By Linda Gray Sexton / May 8, 2019 /

I looked at my calendar and realized that Mother’s Day is about to roll in once again. I hope your Mom is still by your side. But if not, perhaps you–like me–can feel her presence once again because on this particular day we remember and celebrate her influence upon us. The following poem captures the…

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Museums and Mekking Eggs

By Linda Gray Sexton / April 24, 2019 /

Doesn’t everyone think their grandchildren are the very best ones around?  Of course, my own grandson is truly amazing. At twenty-one months, his vocabulary is something of a shock: he is able to attach names to objects and emotions rather than simply repeating them all back to me like a parrot who doesn’t know what it is…

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Savoring the Cherry Trees

By Linda Gray Sexton / April 10, 2019 /

Retirement agrees with Brad! His retirement agrees with me! When my husband reached the ripe old age of 67 and said goodbye to his stressful career last winter, I worried whether he would find enough with which to occupy himself. However, to my delight, he seems happier than I can ever remember. He has begun to…

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Tails Are Wagging in the Daffodils

By Linda Gray Sexton / March 27, 2019 /

Spring arrived yesterday with the vernal equinox. Two daffodils and a yellow and a purple crocus have popped up in the small, curved garden alongside my driveway. Every year, I have the same surge of hope for the new season, with all its blooms and possibilities. But today, it is rainy and raw, and those…

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A Joyful Bark

By Linda Gray Sexton / March 13, 2019 /

This morning, Breeze got up from her padded armchair–which we have allowed to become her dog bed–and walked across our room to greet me. I was slipping out of bed, ready to take her downstairs to potty and eat breakfast, when I noticed she was holding one paw up off the ground in an exaggerated…

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Walking The Mind Home

By Linda Gray Sexton / February 27, 2019 /

Spring 1972. My freshman year at Harvard. I was walking through “The Square,” where the street was filled with students still dressed in the tie-dye that the ’60’s made fashionable. Young men and women moved in circles, holding placards for their current protest; SDS was passé–nevertheless this protest would shortly have its leaders pounding on…

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Model Trains…one piece at a time.

By Linda Gray Sexton / February 13, 2019 /

My husband retired last Friday and I am worried. While I celebrate his freedom from a job of which he was truly tired, I am also concerned about what he will now do with his time, as well as the loss of his income. How will the family budget survive? How will he survive psychologically? …

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The Gift of a Son’s Sobriety

By Linda Gray Sexton / January 30, 2019 /

For the last ten years, I have been steeped in sadness–and without hope–for my older son, who is a heroin addict. Last year, he overdosed four times on Fentanyl and went into cardiac arrest, barely being resuscitated in the emergency room after his heart ceased to beat. Still, even these close calls did not stop…

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Fires of Winter

By Linda Gray Sexton / January 16, 2019 /

I’m happy, once in a while, to send you a poem I find meaningful. The sonnet below is intended to help us look at the inner “fires” of winter. Written by a poet who was friends with Emily Dickinson, it displays obvious similarities to the latter’s work. If you haven’t read anything by either of…

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