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“What is a Home?”

My husband informed me that my blog is confusing at times because it’s not clear who’s talking (Dad or me). The reader has to figure out who’s saying what. I’m sorry about that—this is a work in progress. From now on, I will be clearer about...

Food Can Say It All

Like dance, to really enjoy writing, I need time and space. I’ve learned to fit it in around my work, my life, and not to think I need a different one in order to make it happen. In fact, the sense of urgency to get through something is probably exactly what I...

Whose Time Are You Running On?

“I think about these things now,” Dad said. What he really said was how he wished he had gone back to Chicago to thank Hy Hammer in person for covering the cost of our family to go along with him on his fellowship to Europe. I’m sure Mom and Dad...

A Modern Woman

While Dad was building buttresses, Mom was building a home.  One fish, two fish became three and four then five fish. He may have been captured by Mom’s outward beauty but it was the gentle breath of her soul and strength of her mind that won his heart. Her...

Right in Front of You

a/k/a Growing Roots Move forward. Be in the present moment. Live in the here and now they tell us. So why look back? I’m reminded of a sermon I heard years ago in which the pastor used this familiar analogy: “There once were two people riding in a wagon...

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