As long as Doug works in public accounting, Spring Break for us will always be more of a Spring Brake. We stay put. Take…
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By Easter Sunday the blossoms on our tree hadn’t opened yet, but they were puffing white, like tiny bubble skirts.
Our Holy Week was happy….
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It is Holy Thursday. The day Jesus ate the Seder meal with his apostles, washed their feet, then walked through the Kidron Valley to…
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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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A few years ago I realized that the span in which we could throw butterfly, fairy, or rainbow parties would be fairly short. With…
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Just in case you were wondering how far Hana is from New York City, Rome, or the North Pole…
This charming sign, staked into the…
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The last two days I haven’t just felt it, I’ve seen it. Spring is coming.
The sun is warming the concrete, all our piles of…
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Sometimes the holy catches us unaware, makes the common sacred, gives us joy for mourning.Fresh snow fell during the night, leaving a soft layer…
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I thought it might dampen their spirits that everyone except Mom was sick on their sixth birthday.
But it didn’t. They rolled happily along with…
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Sami posted this note on the refrigerator Monday.
Translation: “On Valentine’s we celebrate Love!”
So today, we are sending lots of love to you and yours.It…
