I kind of wish Father’s Day rolled around twice a year. Dads get a bad rap sometimes, you know? In too many sit coms…
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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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*Squint Squint* Is that sunlight outside on this January day? Oh blessed world. I’ve missed you. I feel like I’ve been in a cave the last…
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Eliza’s art on the chalkboard. Lady bugs in mason jars.
Lawn chairs set up in a semi-circle under the crabapple tree. Corn on the cob and…
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Note: This post was later rewritten and published in Segullah’s newest anthology, Seasons of Change. It was also published in the December 2017 issue…
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Prepare to be amazed people. I’m about to take you on a tour of a dairy farm. Run by a wonderful family in Idaho. The wife’s…
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There is beauty all around
When there’s love at home.
There is joy in every sound
When there’s love at home.
Peace and plenty here abide
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Last night I sat outside in the cool darkness, contemplating the fact that summer is half over. Half over. And for Eliza, half her…
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We sang The Star Spangled Banner in church yesterday. It was the opening congregational hymn. With hands over hearts, every voice joined in and the chapel filled with…