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Growing Older But Newer

Growing Older But Newer

Feeling old lately? On a recent getaway to Big Bear Lake, California, I watch my grandkids explore creation. Wide-eyed, they touch, taste, listen, watch, ask. What’s this thing do, Nana? What’s that word mean? Everything is new to them, because they are new to the...
The Bridge to Peace Is Ours to Cross

The Bridge to Peace Is Ours to Cross

Sure, when I think of 9/11 I remember the terror. But also the coming together. With our common enemy in view, we felt united with strangers, all of us facing the same shock and fears. We grieved and we rallied—as one. Maybe you noticed a similar phenomenon last year,...
Life Is Not a Hallmark Movie, Thank God

Life Is Not a Hallmark Movie, Thank God

Life is not a Hallmark movie, and my friend Renee was never a huge fan anyway. Still, my joy became hers when we road-tripped across the Canadian border together last winter. She knew I’d love strolling through the merry little town of Fort Langley, BC, featured in...
When Life Hands You Letdowns

When Life Hands You Letdowns

Today’s the day I’ve been dreading. But I’ll put on my brave face and wield my trusty kitchen scissors and march down the front steps and over to where the bay window juts out from the house like defiant hope, and I’ll do it. I’ll clip off all those browning,...
In God We Trust

In God We Trust

Timely Truth from a Parking Lot Penny  Today I’m excited to feature a well-watered word from my friend Lee Ann Zanon. Lee Ann knows heartache and disillusionment. She understands the grief of having her identity, built for decades on external accomplishments,...