Carrie Classon
Sunshine In The Month Of September
By: Carrie Classon He was sitting outside his home on a tiny patio, wearing a fedora and smoking a cigar. He had a portable music player sitting beside him, and…
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By: Carrie Classon I got anxious again today. I think I am getting better at leaving anxiety behind, and then anxiety says, “Not so fast! We have more work to…
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“Up North With Mom and Dad” I’m staying “up north” with Mom and Dad, and that is always good. My mom and dad have built a life that is pretty…
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Finding New Irresistible Treat, Apple Empanadas Usually, just as I am getting close to leaving Mexico, I find some absolutely irresistible treat and have to eat it every single day…
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Stubby Got Into Some Trouble It was time to come back from Mexico. It wasn’t because of the weather. The weather was wonderful. The nights up in the mountains were…
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A Pattern In Chaos It’s seven minutes after 10 p.m., and the usual ruckus ensues. My husband, Peter, is wearing earplugs. He is in the habit of doing this when…
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Understanding A Misunderstanding Every day, whether here in Mexico or in the US, I take a walk. Walking in the morning would be nice, but that’s when I write, so,…
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Ravages Of A Summer Cold So, I got a cold. If you catch a cold in the winter, everyone is sympathetic. They tell you to drink hot tea and put…
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By: Carrie Classon I see him painting every afternoon. Every day I take a walk and, when I am in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, my walk usually takes me…
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“All the Flowers” I was reluctant to come back from Mexico this spring, knowing it would still be cold and wet and cloudy. But I’d gotten used to looking for…
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