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On another porch I dropped in to visit my first cousin the other evening when I was “back home.” She waited for me on the porch. We sat for awhile on the porch swing. As long as I (and she) can remember, this same porch swing hung from the front porch of her parents’ home. …
the Message I learned about preparing for Sunday from my nephew. Our kids get the message about Sunday without us saying a word. I wanted to be sure our kids got the right message. We were heading back home after sightseeing in another state for a weekend. My niece was ready to settle down and…
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…
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…
Love Means Never Having to Say You’re Sorry When you are wrong, say you’re sorry! First published in Discover Southside in 2009, this story is one I don’t forget. It’s about a time I had to say “I’m sorry.” Our kids are grown and mostly gone now, but I still remember those days. Maybe reading about my failures…
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