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Friendly Feet
Having raised six children, our home has some space that has always been used. Even as our kids were growing up, we’d make room for people who needed a place to stay for a day, a week, or even a year. Our family grew comfortable with extra people staying with us. I’ve been so grateful…
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Chosen Aloneness
We often do things backward. During Spring Break, many from up north come down to Florida to grab some sunshine and warmth before heading back to the tail end of winter and questionable spring. For our Spring Break, our family headed north to Pennsylvania, where the temperatures were in the 30’s and 40’s. We had…
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Forgive Doesn’t Mean Forget
photo courtesy of Felix Koutchinski on Unsplash Have you ever had someone in your life who seemed to enjoy holding a grudge? Where any wrong done to them was a reminder of your humanity and frailty? My mom couldn’t let go of the wrongs done to her. Her memory of pain imparted by others was…
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Old Becomes New
It’s been two months since our bathroom was demolished. The bathtub didn’t hold water, the toilet leaked (it was as gross as it sounds), and the sink was no longer connected to the countertop. We’d saved for this–everything was thirty years old, and the truth is nothing is made as well as it once was.…
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The Wearin’ Of The Green
photo courtesy of Eyestetix Studio on Unsplash When I was a young mom, I loved the idea of making St. Patrick’s Day fun for the kids by creating green-themed meals, like green pancakes and green mashed potatoes (and reading Dr. Seuss’ “Green Eggs and Ham”). (Nobody told me that green food was unappetizing.) We’d look…
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