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Gardening is Painful
I am not a gardener. I come from a long line of non-gardeners, people predisposed to killing things rather than growing things. This is not intentional on my part. It is, however, a dirty little reality that saddens my heart, especially living in Florida where most people can grow anything. My little sister, Jan, however,…
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When a Sheep Goes Wandering
Having had a little time to process our trip to Israel, I find a longing in my soul to go back. To be in those places that surprised me, filled me with awe, made me smile. To be in a place so filled with history that it puts my story into perspective. Many things will…
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I Did It My Way
She knew what she was supposed to do. She’d even practiced two days before. She was supposed to throw the petals. But as my granddaughter Isley walked down the aisle ahead of the bride, she held on to her basket of petals as if they were the most important possession she owned. There would be…
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All Dressed Up and Somewhere To Go
There they all were. My girls. Dressed up and looking fine. Celebrating not just a wedding, but the receiving of a new sister. A young woman who is as much a part of our family as if she’d been born into it. Someone who can appreciate the gentle jokes and constant teasing of five sisters…
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Here Comes the Bride
Our son got married the day before Easter. His five sisters, who love him deeply, had fully vetted and approved of his soon-to-be wife–no easy task. It was a beautiful day–finally. The week had been overcast, windy and chilly. But the sun came out, the weather warmed wonderfully, and the stage was set for genuine…
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