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Of pink ponies

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“Fine Things are reservoirs for the heart.” — Fennel Hudson, British author

I never actually liked the pink pony. It was plastic. Too plastic. Its size made it awkward to store. Too awkward. And, it was really pink. Too pink.

No, I didn’t like it. But, it was sure hard to see it go into the last basket of toys to leave our house.

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After a long career writing for local newspapers — and, on rare occasions, for publications such as The Washington Post — Nora is enjoying a second wind as an innkeeper. She still blogs and does writing projects of special interest. She lives in Appalachia with her husband and a dog named Finn, who is beside himself with joy when the family's daughters have college breaks.

7 thoughts on “Of pink ponies”

    1. We have, too! Well, more the books than the toys. I think the girls were just really ready to see this bit of stuff go. (The china tea sets are staying perpetually…)

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