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L Phillips Thune
My heart forever belongs to Colorado.
Teacher, daughter, wife, Master's grad (finally!), but most honorably, mother.
Interests: Writing (of course), reading whenever moments allow, learning all I can about becoming a better teacher--a better woman--a better believer, movies, television (escapism rules), music, plays (Jersey Boys--I love you), dragonflies...for reasons of the heart
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The first morning after the 2016 Presidential Election, I wasn't sure how to feel. Granted, it has been a busy semester helping daughters get moved into new homes, taking on new sewing projects, teaching two classes--which I've discovered is one too many for me anymore. Austin fall season is wreaking... Continue reading
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It's not very hard to think about being a mother on Mother's Day, but it is a little uncomfortable. Maybe because I still can't believe I'm old enough to be a mother--five times! (Imagine how I feel on Grandparents Day.) Maybe I don't feel I've been kind enough, strong enough,... Continue reading
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” (with license in hand) “Yes, I know, I know…I’ve been at the capitol and just got out and was so worried about my new doggie…I’ve been gone 12 hours.” “Well, Miss Thune, you were going 68 in a 55 mile-per-hour work zone.”... Continue reading
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The last message on my cell before it died was "Tornado Warning, Seek Shelter." I wondered: Does that mean ‘go inside’ or ‘get in the bathtub’? And there I was, alone with my one- and three-year-old sleeping grandchildren, in my daughter and son-in-law’s home on two acres of cedar-filled, deer-munching,... Continue reading
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Fall certainly came and went with its cooler winds and falling leaves, confused by the triple-digit, on again-off again temperature changes. One day I'm preparing for a new semester in 2013 and the next...well, starting a new spring semester in 2014. Last August, my grandson turned the big 2! Holden... Continue reading
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Ashes, the only real Andreanna I have left; soft, grey-white, sacred. These are places where part of her lives on: My heart and Colorado I wear a glass bead around my neck that holds that grey-white whisper of her soul; it is attached to one half of a heart that... Continue reading
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There once was a time I just knew I could not survive the loss of my child. Then, I lost my child. My heart kept beating, my lungs kept breathing, the sun rose and set. My other daughters still needed me; grandchildren arrived and let me know that the child... Continue reading
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It's great fun having daughters...they each have their own personalities--quieter or louder, more serious or more silly, more put-together or more "elastic". But it's been serious joy watching them grow into their own cooking personalities, too. In a nutshell (!), our oldest, Merete, at one point, found boiling water a... Continue reading
That's pretty neat, Jill. You were meant to be in my class! I'm glad our relatives got us together... LPT
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For all these years, I've said I feel the pain my children feel, their sadness is mine, their disappointment is mine, their joy is mine. One of my daughters has been insulin-dependent since age two. It hurt my heart so much giving her those injections. When I'd cry, she'd say,... Continue reading
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The Last Letter (October 12, 2012—at the service, with Military Honors, of Preta A. Mitchell Phillips) The silver thread that held me to you Has dissolved into light; There will be no more pain or fear Between either of us tonight. I will pray for the peace of forgiveness That... Continue reading
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My mother, Preta A. Phillips, died one week ago at age 77 on September 27, 2012. I am the oldest of her three daughters; I've not heard from my sisters in many years. They don't know that one of my daughters, their niece, died two years ago. I don't know... Continue reading
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When time is taken to be open in mind and spirit, wonderful gifts are provided. Unfortunately, it is hard work to remember to also be open to changing damaging patterns or habits, but that is the gift inherent in a new minute, a new hour, a new day, the constant... Continue reading
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It has been a special weekend--a lovely trip to Baton Rouge for my daughter's baby shower from her in-laws. Many of her husband's family, friends, and his parents' friends brought love and gifts galore. It was a joy to be in the home of my son-in-law's grandmother, where he grew... Continue reading
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So now that I've made perhaps half a dozen quilts, I take on any job. When my daughter asked if I could make four quilts for gifts at a business luncheon, I said, "Sure!" I wondered why everyone I mentioned it to looked at me like I was nuts. I... Continue reading
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My dad died May 20, 1985--four months before my third daughter, Annie was born. She died April 5, 2010. I like to think of them together, getting to know each other while they wait for the rest of the family. He was only 59 and had been a stellar soldier... Continue reading
I dreamt that I was holding you, overjoyed but in hours, you’d be gone; I worried, What should I tell you… So to you, and your living sisters, Here is what I’d say if I only had a day: Merete: sunshine in motion puzzling and perfection giving any need full-throttle... Continue reading
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Who knows how long it will last, but two months ago, I became addicted to...quilting. I've managed to sew a few things in my life that I'm proud of: a little pinafore dress for my sister when she was a toddler; my wedding dress (from a Vintage Vogue pattern in... Continue reading
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Some signs are so wonderful, you can't help but believe. When I keep my senses open, Annie's messages find their way to me, especially when I'm needing them most. We're days away from her being gone two years. I decided to take flowers to her tree in Old Settlers'Park. I... Continue reading
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My grandson, Holden, is now almost six months old. He brings the same light into our world--his grandparents, aunties, his mommy (our Merete) and daddy--that my girls brought to my life beginning thirty years ago. Although I'm still learning to balance the loss of my Annie with the joy of... Continue reading
There are constant connections between my lost girl and me--like the way I just started this post and immediately The Canadian Tenors began singing"Hallelujah" on The Emmy's as memorial clips are shown--there's Peter Falk, as "Columbo" --(Annie used to watch all the old episodes with me); the song was also... Continue reading
This particular reverie began late last night as I tried searching for a video of Bob Dylan performing "Mr. Tambourine Man," the center of a lecture for my Literature class which begins in approximately seven hours. As I saw image after image of Dylan, I eventually found a video of... Continue reading
Sparrow In this moment there is nothing so perfect as the imperfection of a twisting stem, a petal’s droop, a missing feather …a bend in the story… Linda Phillips Thune Continue reading
(This poem is for my mother-in-law, Margaret A. Thune, who passed away this Easter. She was a calm and caring influence in my life; she gave me these words often when the going was so hard so long ago. With all my love to you, Mimi--) If there are jewels... Continue reading
Now, I was hoping this new term I've become more and more familiar with was something either very relaxing or medicinally necessary. But no, it is a strange addition to my body that doesn't end with a prize at the end of nine months! Yikes. Another surprise fifty-something just got... Continue reading