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Perilous Pleasure
There’s something incredibly beautiful about an ice-covered lake, with hues of deep turquoise layered amidst frozen waves of white. It’s magnificent in its frigid structure, a sculpture made by wind and glacial temperatures. When the sun glints off the surface, it’s like diamonds are refracting light everywhere. I appreciate it. I don’t want to…
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Does The Door Open?
Our doors to the back yard have been a source of struggle for years. They have annoyed me because of their inefficiency and ineffectiveness. Doors that open are a value. We had sliding glass doors in our family room, original with the house. They worked well for the first decade, sliding easily back and forth,…
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The Gift Of Presence
She was in and out. Less than 48 hours. We had company during that time, so there was little chance to talk. My daughter, Melody, has done her share of traveling this past year. Her job requires on-site meetings that take her away from home for short periods of time. Short spurts are what…
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It’s Just Not My Thing
When the first big snow hit Pennsylvania this winter, my son sent pictures of his three boys playing in piles of the white stuff. Huck, Landry, and little Mack couldn’t have been more delighted. If you’re going to live up north, snow activities should be a part of the winter adventures. I noticed the…
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Just Grab My Hand
We’ve had lumber stacked on our driveway for weeks. For the unending porch project. It’s a huge draw for a little guy who has no fear and believes climbing to the highest point available is his daily goal. Mason doesn’t hesitate. He climbs, jumps, and balances the best he can. He walks the planks with…
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