Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Blogher Reviews
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http://ads.blogherads.com/65/6567/campaigns/14/1426/1426662/x90.js The index card is yellow and splotched, the ink faded, but considering all of the action it's seen over the past twenty years, it's amazing it's still around at all, much less legible. When not in use, I keep it tucked in a small recipe box with other favorites, mostly one-pan wonders where…
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Think about your life. If you found a way to go back in time to some point in it, would you try to change anything? Would you take advantage of the chance for a do-over? Perhaps swallow some angry words you've always wished you could take back? Or would you leave things just as…
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"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and…
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"What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world." ~ Robert E. Lee In…
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I hesitated signing up to review The Fault in Our Stars by John Green for the BlogHer Book Club. The blurb said it was about a teenager with terminal cancer, and quite honestly, I wasn't sure if I could handle another book about death and dying. It feels like that's all I've been writing about lately.…
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It's somehow fitting that I've been reading Claire Bidwell Smith's The Rules of Inheritance for the past few weeks. Last night I dove into the final chapters, my mind still swirling with sorrow and joy that lingered from a quick trip to Houston for my cousin's funeral. Sorrow for friends and family wrapped tight in…
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http://oascentral.blogher.org/RealMedia/ads/adstream_jx.ads/blogher.org/Pfizer_Nov11_ReviewBadges_014/@x13 With the birth of my first child, my ego, dreams, and most other aspects of Me as I knew Me sloughed off like a snake skin, forgotten. I was a Mother now! That tiny little being depended on me and by golly, that's all that mattered. Within a few years, I had two more…
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I start almost every morning with a walk down my dirt road with Belle and Max. Their joie de vivre is palpable. Contagious. I'm addicted to these walks, to watching my "puppies" greet each new day with passion and energy and optimism. Max and Belle were both strays who wandered up to strange houses with a…
Long Hollow 