Mom’s garden, sown with love… Her love reminds me of a garden; ever lovely, growing, and alive. Born and raised in New York City, the feisty redhead sprang into action the day tulips and daffodils
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The Mystery of Winter’s Wonder and the Beginning of all Things New (Part 2)
Winter’s wonder and days gone by… In the dead of winter, loved ones cheered for blessed new years—some singing their own version of Auld Lang Syne. The meaning remained powerful. Warm. Deep. It still reminds
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In the beginning… God created the heavens and the earth. Maybe that’s why there’s something magical about the way winter’s first snowflakes swirl and dance with the wind before they touch the ground. I’ve wondered
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Christmas 2020… Over the river and through the woods to NOBODY’S house we go—Huh? The holidays are here. That means everyone wants to go somewhere. Grandma and Grandpa’s tiny city apartment, Sissy’s country house, or
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A socially distant Mother’s Day? While on a recent video meeting, I found myself reminiscing with one of my sons about the Mother’s Day gardens we sowed, games we played, and the stories we shared.
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Perfect Father… My dad had a way of warming hearts with his smile. If he were here today, my twenty-one-year-old son might say, “Pop’s authentic,” but, Noah never met him. My husband and three older
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Stories by the fireside… We didn’t have a fireplace in our New York City apartment, although my dad continued his fireside storytelling tradition throughout the winter months—minus the crackling fire of course. I remember many
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December 2019 ~ Central Florida. Most northerners know winter takes on a whole new meaning in Florida. There’s no snow. No sleet. No winter coats and hats—and sometimes no temps below hot. That means we
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Autumn 2008 ~ Western North Carolina. A whispering wind shook the trees as if to announce her arrival. Amber, orange, and crimson leaves glided down and carpeted the ground. Autumn had arrived in all her
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Consider the called… With blind trust, goosebumps, and heart-stopping moments, a motley crew faced obstacles and their worst fears along the way to lifelong friendships and brotherhood. Jesus had called them onward to feed multitudes
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