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Voices of Hope Don’t Leave Our Hearts

Voices of Hope Don’t Leave Our Hearts

It was the summer of ‘67, I had just turned twelve. On the evening of Sunday, July 30th, my family was returning from a camping trip when the National Guard had been called to Milwaukee to contain the disturbance, sealing off Michigan to Capital Avenues from Holton to...
Everyday Forevers and Evers

Everyday Forevers and Evers

I wore the wedding band with the two words “and ever” engraved on the inside on my forefinger where it was a snug fit. I would check it several times a day to make sure it was tight and push it down if it had slipped a little up. It had belonged to my dad. It’s mate,...
When You Think You Can’t, You Can

When You Think You Can’t, You Can

The towhead teenager at the airport reminded me so much of my son. He wiped his eyes after kissing his mom goodbye and pretty soon I was wiping my own. I am flying home after eight days with my sister feeling conflicted as any sister would who is saying goodbye in the...
Lullaby From Room 8116

Lullaby From Room 8116

“Come lay down beside me.” She patted the blanket by her side where pillows surrounded her, creating a nest. I laid down in the nest. “Here, hold my hand,” she said about the hands that are so much like my sister’s. I placed my hand on top of her soft skin to hold her...
Love on the Loose

Love on the Loose

“Oh no, I forgot my headphones,” I say. It’s 4:30 am. “There’s always something,” Todd says as the morning air whooshes through the car so Fannie can have her head out the window. “I know, but I had to buy a new pair at the airport the last trip because I forgot them...
Being Here, Being There, Being Everywhere

Being Here, Being There, Being Everywhere

This morning, I was tempted as I remembered the days when birthdays shared were about family celebrations in special places with special meals, and about being made to just feel special. This morning, I was tempted to go back and read an old Blog post I had written...
One Very Special Relationship

One Very Special Relationship

My parents would have been married 73 years today. I can’t help but think about those 61 years of their lives together, raising children, building lives on a strong Foundation known as the Rock. What would Mom say about it all? “Not Perfect,” which I always found...
On Writing and Lilacs and Peonies, Oh My!

On Writing and Lilacs and Peonies, Oh My!

As I walked out the front door this morning, I could hardly believe the air. I turned to take a whiff of a peony as Fannie yanked my arm forward, but I caught the scent. “I love it,” my neighbor said from the other side of the street as we descended our front steps....
One for the Road: Meltdown from Nowhere

One for the Road: Meltdown from Nowhere

It happened so fast. It came from nowhere. It was so unexpected, and so very unlike me… We’d arrived at the hotel after Todd drove ten hours to Lafayette, Indiana to discover the restaurant was closed. So we went out and found a Chipotle and Fresh Thyme to buy a few...
“It’s Just Like the Cabin”

“It’s Just Like the Cabin”

When we sold the family cabin on Washington Island after Dad died, I thought I’d be okay with that. It was the summer we’d received an invitation to attend a wedding in the South of France, just around the time my mom and I would have shared our birthdays on the...

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