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New door. New beginning.

Posted April 16, 2015

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Posted April 16, 2015 at 9:52 pm by Janet

Good luck with the move!

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Posted April 16, 2015 at 9:55 pm by Joy

Good luck! Hope it’s smooth and easy for ya (drink lots of wine). 🙂

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Posted April 17, 2015 at 9:42 am by Bliss Rose

Wishing you luck and many happy memories in your new home!
House looks beautiful and I know you are off to making it a home with the necessities…plants and wine glasses!

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- Posted April 17, 2015 at 5:47 pm by Nine Cent Girl
  
  Thank you dear friend! xxoo
  
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Moira Donovan

Welcome to my blog, Nine Cent Girl, which is my musings on family, food, and fashion, basically all life brings. This is not a philosophical or an epicurean or haute couture site, but instead a place to affirm all your own notions. I hope my nine cents will encourage you to live life fully!

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If you know me at all, you know that my father was not only a doctor of medicine, but a surgeon. I am the first to give this information out. Pride for sure directs this pronouncement, but also because the title was who he was to the world around me. His hands had that careful attention, that steady strength, a surety that I and his patients could rely on. His journey to achieve his professional status was a place of pride too. I grew up hearing stories of how his family all worked together to fund his college education, his long hours of study that earned him scholarships to medical school, his dedication to master his craft: all of it rolled into that one title added to his name, Doctor Donovan. There were odd days here or there when I’d accompany him on hospital rounds or visit him in his office at New York’s Columbia Presbyterian Hospital, but regardless of everything I thought I knew about what his professional responsibilities were, last Friday afternoon it struck me, I knew nothing. Read on! #newblogpost #linkinbio #healthcareheroes 🙏🏽

Gold and silver and diamond and citrine and peridot: metal and stone fashioned and finessed into beauty and charm that keep me grounded in ancestry and lift me up into a glittery now. These pieces of art hold my attention. Remembering the hand that wore it first. Seeing the new place on a younger finger. Fidgeting with it on my own hand. Timeless pieces are powerful enough to send you far. They move you. #newblogpost #linkinbio #familyheirloom #metalandstone

Winter may be right beyond the window panes, but the promise of new beginnings is happening inside our home. We welcome the Year of the Rabbit with open arms and send our best wishes out to all 🐇 #chinesenewyear #yearoftherabbit #peace and #prosperity 🧧

I must say I am finding all sorts of avenues to court joy these days. Sometimes it’s in the competency of the woman who draws a vile of blood from me, or in a colleague who sends an especially sweet text after an afternoon run with me, or a dear friend who has offered to do me a huge favor with her precious and newly retired time. Joy floats all around in those sweet gifts. But there is something else that I am feeling. I am happy about many of my choices: those made yesterday, last year, maybe even ten years ago, when I set in motion a lifestyle with Future Me in mind. You get what I mean right? It didn’t all happen at once, but little by little I realized that I needed to lead Present Me around on a short lease and think about tomorrow. She’s a bit of a wild child who wants to run, well wild, this Present Me. She’s not always reliable. She’s not factual either. Oh the stories she tells afterwards are pretty colorful, but they can led to a less than happy future me. Sometimes Present Me does win me over, and sometimes, even in her worst decisions, I smile, a bit hungover, with sore dancing feet, and an embarrassing selfie plastered all over my socials at midnight… but mostly, I keep her in check. Read more? #newblogpost #linkinbio #futureself #hiddenbrain #winterthoughts #chinesenewyear

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