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A small group of women sat in a circle. The question was greeted with silence and I didn’t dare tell the truth. What would they think? It’s just not the kind of thing you admit in public. And besides that, I felt guilty. But maybe it’s...
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I don’t generally recommend camping out, alone, two states away from home, in the yard of someone you met online. No, generally, I would say that sounds like a bad idea. But . . . that’s what I did last summer. I practiced pitching my tent, then packed it...
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I didn’t paint this, but isn’t it beautiful?! Pink, orange and yellow – Zinnia colors. I squirted them liberally across the top of the old painting’s canvas then mixed them with long brush strokes. I found a bunch of picture frames sitting along a...
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O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! – hymn by Samuel Trevor Francis We had a gathering of new faces here at the old farmhouse Saturday. Vans packed with kids started pulling in at six o’clock and little people unloaded...
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She never wore red, although it was her favorite color. But when she died, her coffin was draped with red roses, soft as velvet. And so in the end, dressed in a soft pink housecoat, she wore red and I stood over her casket in black with a red leather purse...
