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The Thread of His Love

My husband has gone turkey hunting… He thought I would sleep longer, that I would not be awake much before he got back. He hung blankets over the windows to…

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The Plants of Poplar Street

I have never been a plant person. That is to say, I felt kindly towards plants, romanticized plants, and even occasionally was known to buy plants, but every plant ever…

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The Wonders of Winter

Cinnamon mocha in hand, I stare out the wide living room windows, out into our quiet street. The afternoon sun glistens on the snow in the few places it is…

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The Wedding Day

The story of my wedding day begins where so many other stories in my life have begun--in the red brick house on a farm in out-back Juniata County where I…

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Kaleidoscope Summer

“I don't really want more time; I just want enough time. Time to breathe deep and time to see real and time to laugh long, time to give You glory…

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It’s Good To Be Home

“What happens when London fog and Starbucks collide?” I said dramatically, a few minutes ago. My mom, my sister, and Judith all stared at me in confusion. “Is that an…

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