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Hillcrest Cottage

I write about my life past and present. I love to enjoy the everyday moments when woven together form 'life'. I frequently press the 'pause button' and say to myself, &quot;This is life...<em>my</em> life. Not life like I think it should be or life like it once was, but my life <em>now.&quot; </em>Then, I try to make the most of what I have been given.<br /> My writing is centered upon my boys, my house, my pets, and every day moments. I want my readers to put themselves into my stories and identify with me, to laugh, to cry, and to be better people for having been my reader.<br /> <br />

Stories by Hillcrest Cottage

My babies were birthed in a rhythmic pattern every couple of years. After the third boy, my husband bought a personalized license plate which read,...
When I was seven, my great, great Aunt Sue seemed to be the oldest person I had ever seen. Having always been single, she was extremely devoted to...
Clayton was barely six, Stuart was four, and Davis was not quite two when we took a family trip to Williamsburg, Virginia ... love the history ......
I still use “film.” Every time I buy a new roll I wonder how long it will be before film passes away like home movie reels and Polaroid...
I can hear the Quiet this morning. A repetitive bird chirps in the back yard. Rhythmic drips from the kitchen faucet. An occasional car noise. Mac...
Introductory Special Package: Three, thirty-minute private lessons, two group lessons, one party lesson … all for $25.00. I was sold!...
Life fades. The normal course is not to have things ripped away. Trauma comes in ripping, but the fading leaves quietly without notice. In peaceful...
The biggest regret of my life is never having known my maternal grandfather. He died before I was born. But he was never dead to me because my mother...
I have wanted to write a tribute to my dad but have had no idea where to start. I don’t know how to describe him, define our relationship, to...
On my grade school playground the longest line was always for the merry-go-round. To be in line next to the fastest boy was good because he would...
Getting Stuart’s driver’s license was a three-year quest. In hindsight, I know that I started him too soon, even though it’s legal...
Have you ever waited a long time for something bad to happen? The bad thing is not desired, yet relief occurs when the event has passed. Such was the...
So, we were navigating through the New York City asphalt jungle, having splintered into small groups for maximum exploration. China Town,  ...
On Clayton’s first full day of kindergarten I carefully packed the perfect lunch and placed it in his metal Godzilla lunch box. Tucked beneath...
Like most residents of my Hillcrest neighborhood, Saturday is another word for “Project Day.” I love warm Saturdays when, with windows...

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