Time is a wily thing, ever marching on with seeming greater rapidity. I have intended so many times to write here. (I sound like…
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“This week we watched in agony as Notre Dame was engulfed in flames. We feared the worst, watching from across the world, hearing commentary…
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These are holy days, sacred days.
And not just because it’s Easter.
I am at my Mom’s, sitting with her. And while her decline has been…
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Prettiest pink tulips for our Passover meal on Holy Thursday.
With a nod to Layla’s Mediterranean Grill, we filled our table with pita, hummus, kibbeh, spiced…
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It is holy week. Spring, in all its popping and blooming and rejuvenation is turning the world majestic. I can feel my own slip of…
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A chilly wind kissed my cheek this morning as we met in the dark to run. Although it is Holy Week, there is still…
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I whisper this phrase to myself as I feed wire over bark, twist gently, and swing a lantern from our tree. Do you know…