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“Hen Party” I try to make it a habit to walk around our yard most days after work. I circle the house, then head down to the garden where yellow and red Zinnias occupy one row and red-and-white striped ones form another. The heads of the...
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Last week, after a fifteen-plus year hiatus from the sport, I went running with my daughter. We laced up our running shoes and set off, down the wet, grassy slope of the field across the street, through a narrow hedge of what we hoped wasn’t poison ivy, and onto...
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“What’s with the bracelet?” he asked. The cuff in question, made of brightly colored fabric and secured with two snaps, circled my left wrist. Across the top, the word, ‘joy’ was written on a piece of frayed ivory canvas. I was making my rounds at...
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How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light against its being. Otherwise, we all remain too frightened. – Hafiz The world needs us all; every heart open, fragrant, bright with...
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I found myself in a bit of a funk last night. After mowing the front lawn, I sneaked into my office to pray for awhile. It helped. And then I saw my daughter outside and decided to join her because the hot humid day had finally turned cool and breezy. We road our...
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Edge of the Conodoguinet Creek, Still Waters Retreat, Carlisle, PA “Don’t forget, you’re going to die.” – WeCroak.com I had been keeping an eye on the spot for weeks. I thought it was a bug bite. I thought it would go away. But it didn’t. ...
