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Pink Ribbons & Pumpkin Pie
October is a favorite month for lots of folks. Fall is officially under way for most of North America. Leaves are turning vibrant colors. Sweaters are pulled out of cedar chests or spare bedroom closets. High school football teams are gearing up for the Homecoming game and college tailgate parties are at their peak. Oh…
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Changes
I have talked before about dealing with physical changes. How looking in my mirror can be disconcerting. Feeling like my daughter is fixed in amber at 30 years of age, but I continue to change, and worrying if she will recognize me when I get to Heaven. I admit I am unhappy with the weight…
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Friendships After Loss
Grief can be hard on a friendship. Especially the grief of child loss. By the time we are adults, most of us have experienced the loss of someone we love, often a grandparent. At my age, I have only a few friends fortunate enough to still have a parent living. All of my own close…
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Always
I often look back at past journal entries and sometimes marvel how much has changed, but often find that much of what I did, said, or felt still holds true. The things that stay the same tend to be because I’m a creature of habit. Things that have changed are frequently because I’ve gotten older,…
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Hurricanes, Bum Knees, and Bad Tires
I started to write about this last week, but my mind kept veering off in another direction. I’ve been writing long enough now to know to go where God leads me. (Not always without a fight, I admit.) But, that means this post is not as timely as it would have been. Two weeks ago,…
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Home
In my almost 64 years on this Earth, I have lived in 15 homes. Based on simple math, you’d think that I have moved about every 4 years over my lifetime. But, actually, I lived in 2 homes in the same tiny small town from the time I was born until I went to college.…
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Reading
I wrote this May 29, 2018, a year and seven weeks after Rachel died. I just did something I haven’t done in a long time — 59 weeks to be exact. I finished reading a novel. Sat completely absorbed in it for the better part of the past 2 1/2 days. That shouldn’t be a…
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Carry Me
When my girls were little, they would frequently raise their arms to me and plead “carry me.” Sometimes they were tired of walking but often they just wanted the comfort and security of being held close or the advantage of being adult height so they could see what was ahead. Occasionally my reply would be,…
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Music
Music has always been a big part of my life. Not that I am at all an accomplished musician myself. Oh, I took piano for six years and I can read music, but I have no talent for playing. I can stay on key if I stand beside another alto, but no one is clamoring…
A Light for My Path 