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November is a Month for Gathering
I’m not sure why it always happens like this, but every November my family reminds me of life in the busy forests where squirrels are hurriedly getting their acorns tucked away, where chatter seems to keep the creatures warm from … Continue reading
Passing the Baton
Just yesterday I heard of the passing of a dear friend. Kim Mutch Emerson. Maybe some of you knew her or heard of her. She was an author, an encourager, a life coach, a prayer warrior, a lover, and a … Continue reading
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Gray
Gray is an envelope of mist, a blanket of both cold and warmth. One cloud. Droplets of nature’s sweat. When I am in gray, all my senses are overwhelmed with her caress. Gray demands my attention. She shuts out the … Continue reading
Making Believe
Cassandra’s Castle is based on a coming of age theme. What does it take to understand the difference between the romanticized version of rebellion and freedom, and the often quite different reality of war? It is a question that should be asked by any generation, not just naïve young girls Continue reading
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Making Believe I can Sing!
What is it about singing? I remember when I was little I loved when mom went shopping and made me stay home alone. I’d wait by my bedroom window, which faced the front porch and the two car garage, and … Continue reading