Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Deepwater
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A friend of mine died yesterday, my Aunt Becky died the day before (the last of that generation on my side of the family) and within the past couple of weeks, four high school friends have lost a parent. On top of that, today is my birthday, the first one since my mom died. Naturally, I'm writing a blog…
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Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow, and wise is the counsel of those who love us. ~Benjamin Disraeli When Mama found out she was pregnant with me, she and Daddy already had three children… Buster, 11; Brenda, 7; and Donnie, 4. Brenda, sandwiched between those two rowdy boys,…
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Starting a sweet! journal was a great idea! For once, I've remembered to record them every day. (At least for three weeks. But I think that's a record.) I keep the journal open on my bathroom counter. Every evening I'm reminded to reflect on the day and the blessings I've received. It's funny how…
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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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