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A Story Teller
Be of Good Cheer
Believing is Seeing
Benefits of Play
Black Friday
Cabin Fever
Coffee Perks
Different, Yet Similar
Division More Fun Than Hiking
Forty and Pregnant
Happy Mother's Day
Home Canning
Happy Valentine's Day
It's a Miracle
"Just" a Housewife
Little Gem in the Woods
Marlboro Country
Missing Hiker
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
RMKK Year in Review
She's Having a Baby
Ten Sixty-Six
The Game of Life
The Otters Return to Glacier
The Wonder of it All
These Boots Are Made for Walking
Time is on My Side
You Get What You Expect
100 Years of Grandeur
Different, Yet Similar

I was three-quarters of the way through reading Ellen Goodmanís column when it was time to walk David to the door. I stood in the open doorway in the chilly Montana morning pinching dead heads from my trailing petunias and listening to the whistle of an owl (Youíre thinking owls hoot, they donít whistle. But some do, as I learned at a Raptor Day seminar a couple of summers ago). I felt contentment as I looked at the lush green maples in my backyard, while feeling a sense of change. Summer is passing quickly and soon autumn will be upon us. As I waved good-bye to my husband, I thought about Ellenís column.

I rarely read her column nor do I usually identify with it. But, today I read about a different side of her; the one in the Maine farmhouse with the grandchildren that came to visit for the summer in which memories were made and traditions were followed. It was a different perspective and a refreshing change from the woman I have considered to be ďjust a feministĒ.

Iíve lived a different life than Ellen Goodman. I donít write for the Boston Globe, nor am I a Pulitzer prize winning columnist. But, when she tenderly spoke of family and tradition it struck a chord with me. You see, just as she, Iíve been weaving my tapestry of life with simple things that make memories and establish tradition.

I try to follow through whenever I am drawn to read or watch something. Usually a question is answered or a message is revealed. In this case, reading Ellenís column was a reminder of how we as human beings are so different, yet so similar.