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Dare to Delight
We had a big shindig at our home over the weekend. The kind where people gather to laugh and talk, to eat and greet, to enjoy one another in the freedom of someone else’s home. I love it because it’s my home. It makes me feel a little like Glenda, the good witch in the…
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Made to be Molded
A friend and I were having coffee the other day at a little shop I frequent. I’ve gotten to know quite a few workers there, and they seem to remember me. (It’s actually become one of my remote offices. I’m there enough for random customers to remember me.) It’s small, cozy and they have wonderful…
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Clouds and Countless Choices
John and I took a walk Saturday evening. The temperature had dropped a bit, a breeze was blowing gently and the sky was brilliant with the colors of the setting sun. It was an evening that made being alive–able to see beauty, smell the jasmine and hear the birds and crickets–a gift. At a time…
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Things That Go Bump In The Night–And During The Day
I’m a morning person. A fairly early morning person. It’s my one time to be alone, to think, pray, process life. No phones. No grandchildren. No expectations. There’s something calming about walking at this time of the day. It’s still dark outside. There isn’t much traffic. No ambient noise. The signature songs of different birds…
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