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Memory Lane A few weeks ago, Dave and I drove down Memory Lane. The drive took us to a 1200 acre farm near Scottsville, Virginia. We moved there when our babies were seven months and two years of age. We stayed for 18 months before moving to another farm. Dave loved farming and thrived in…
From north to sweet southern tea. Confessions first. I was bred and born in the north, very near the Mason-Dixon line. We grew up drinking water and Kool-Aid in the summer and hot chocolate in the winter. This past year marked forty years of marriage, which means I’ve now lived more years in the south…
In the rain, light a candle. June 8, 2015, and we light a candle in the darkness. During a torrential downpour, my husband leaves for the airport. It is an unscheduled, unplanned trip. Our foster babies are already in bed, and we envisioned a quiet house and evening together. But that phone call from a…
The Widow of Zarephath There’s a story about a widow of Zarephath. This was the hometown of Jezebel, wife of King Ahab. The people there worshiped Baal, the god of rain. The town of Zarephath was one hundred miles from the brook Cherith, where Elijah was hiding from King Ahab. God told Elijah to go…
Special Sunday meals Sunday dinners are always special. And especially so when they are spent with family and friends. One Easter we were invited to Irene’s house for Sunday lunch. As always, she had quite the spread. “I’m not having ham,” she told me when I got the invitation. Who cares, I thought, it’ll be good…
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