Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Of Life and Love
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If there's one thing I've learn in twenty-six years of marriage, it's that if, on the first night in months that you decide to actually cook something other than grilled chicken and salad (in this case, chicken and vegetable soup AND chicken pot pie for Daniel - I really can cook when I feel like it) and so you're…
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Email can seem impersonal at times, but it's actually good when it's delivering sad news, like the death of a friend. You have time to look at the words, step back away from them, roll them around in your head and let them ease down into your heart. You don't have to come up with…
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Monday after work I made a beeline to the church to light a candle. I normally light one after Mass every Sunday, but this past Sunday I was at Mama and Daddy's Baptist church. No candles. I like the Catholic tradition of lighting prayer candles – the idea of a continuous flame pointing up to God, carrying my…
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There is no doubt in my mind that, given the right circumstances, my mother could have been anything she wanted to be – teacher, doctor, lawyer, CEO, President of the United States – and she would have been the best. Instead, she chose to be my mom. For that I am eternally grateful. And of course, she…
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For an hour this afternoon I sat on the hard bleachers of our high school gym listening to speeches by high school students, patriotic music from the elementary school choir and high school band, and tales of heroism and service summed up in thirty words or less for dozens of area veterans showcased in folding seats…
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Okay, I admit Charly's eyes look a little creepy in this picture…I don't have a good photo editing program yet. But his intense look – the watching, waiting, full of hope and faith that I'll head to the front door any minute to go on our walk – is irresistible. This is…
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Here's a rare picture of me with all of my siblings – Brenda's holding me, Donnie is lying behind us, and Buster, the big brother of us all, is on the right. Yesterday was Buster's birthday – it's hard for me to imagine he would have been sixty-one. It's hard for me to imagine I'm now older by…
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They started as unimpressive green-brown clumps plopped along the side of the road and mixed in with the taller prairie grasses spreading into the trees. The tips turned yellow, but I still thought of them as some kind of weed. Then one morning, I paid closer attention…lo and behold, the yellow tips were…
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We huddled on the metal steps near the top of the stands, tucked between the marching band on our left and whooping spectators on our right. There were no seats left in our small stadium – it was Homecoming in a winning season of high school football in Texas. But we were oblivious…
Long Hollow 