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In Memoriam J.B.S.
His daily routine Was to pad downstairs And make coffee for his bride. Warm cup in worn hand, He’d deliver new morning To oldest love. Today she awoke, No cup at bedside, And called down to her...
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We Sing Hope
I spoke with a couple of my friends at church yesterday, one who lost her mother and another who lost her pregnancy. I don’t know either of these pains, so I’m reluctant to try to touch them with...
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Mama for a Moment
When I gave out a few gifts here at Christmas time, I had no idea one of them would demand so much from me. Shawn Smucker won a guest post, and as we began talking on Twitter, I learned that … Continue...
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On this one day another lifetime ago we made promises of home we would not come to keep. On 364 days I feel gratitude not to be trapped in a place I did not belong. But on this one day I feel keenly...
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Taste Again and Remember: Thoughts on (not quite) losing the ones we love
I’m making this pot roast from a recipe my Gram Rena gave me years ago. I can’t remember if she dictated it or if I copied her own handwritten card onto one of my own, but either way, I can hear her...
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