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November 27, 2017

On one hand, I rationalize: I’m plenty involved in giving and helping strugglers.

I give my time, ears, money.

On the other hand, it never seems enough. Irrational, but the thought is haunting and there like the undercurrent in a river.

I remember junior high school in a...

November 20, 2017

I have been plotting and planning with a granddaughter about her dad’s birthday.

Thinking about his birthday led me in the opposite direction: toward mothering. His birth changed my life!

Surely that is normal.

Last week my hairdresser showed me a photo of her granddaught...

November 13, 2017

I believe God brings the right people into our lives at the right time, so I have a story to tell:

A dark blue one-ton Dodge dually with a big enclosed trailer pulls in along the edge of the parking lot. It has the car wash attendant’s attention.

He watches the man open...

November 6, 2017

It’s funny how life repeats itself. My mother kept a shelf of coffee cups. Likewise, I have two shelves of coffee mugs.

Maybe as many as twenty or twenty-five mugs. I know I really need to pack half of them up and take them to the Salvation Army.

We use two mugs, well, m...

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