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. . .My dear, dear friends have been stuck in another country for a long, long time. It is a place they are called to,
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. . .My dear, dear friends have been stuck in another country for a long, long time. It is a place they are called to,
A week ago, just after 7am, I was driving home in my minivan after having dropped my daughter off at the Middle School. I passed
I enjoy seasons and new beginnings. I especially like spring for this reason as I watch for the crocuses to pop, bright daffodils to emerge,
War is on all our minds, and my son came home from fifth grade art class last week and reported that there was, during one
Ten years ago, I read a book that re-oriented the way I think about food. Barbara Kingsolver’s, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, lured me toward a life
Do you remember what it is like to long for a snow day? (Oh, that school would be closed for the day due to snow
I don’t have a lot of clear memories of my first Christmas day in India, but I do know I went to a circus. I
My ten year old son loves Christmas. He talks about it all year ‘round, and is happy to play Christmas tunes as early as August.
Coming up on four years now, our family has been host to a wild and wooly creature, whom we call Honey based on her yellow-amber
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