Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Call me daughter
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Let us come to him with thanksgiving. Let us sing psalms of praise to him. - Psalm 95:2 (NLT) I sit here at my computer tonight, listening to the rain falling outside my window. I'm still full from roasted turkey and lots of carbs: cornbread dressing (my mom's recipe); green bean casserole (doesn't really count…
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"You must have been a beautiful baby…" ~Johnny Mercer Last week I asked my mom what she wanted for her birthday. She stared off for a few seconds, then looked at me and said "More time." But there was a twinkle in her eye, and her mouth turned up in a grin as…
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They are all around you, disguised as ordinary people. They may be generous or grouchy, quiet or boisterous, socialites or loners. They come in all colors, sizes, and ages. They are our veterans… those who gave anywhere from three to thirty years of their lives, doing whatever our country needed them to do, wherever they were told…
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My Daddy's been gone two years now, so it's truly a blessing that I can still see him in my mind, alive and well, with eyes twinkling. Even now, I turn to him in tough times and hear his voice encouraging me. Photographs and blog posts help keep his memory fresh. I've spent the…
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So, house, we love thee, as we could not loveA palace wherein no pulse of love had struck,Where farewells had not been—and whereNo busy memories haunt the vacant rooms.~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "A Home" I'm nearing the end of this summer's journey of clearing out my parents' home. My childhood home. …
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"Every goodbye is a new beginning." ~ me (and probably a bunch of other people) This afternoon I said goodbye to an old friend: my grandmother's piano. A friend from high school bought it for her granddaughter. She met me at my parents' home today and I helped her load it onto a trailer. (A…
Long Hollow 