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I had an acquaintance in college that I would converse with in the campus dining room.  Our schedules happened to converge during mealtimes, and we would talk when we met with each other.  He was an intelligent student, and we had stimulating conversations during our time there. During one particular lunch, I remember sitting down

I have been re-arranging my kitchen. Here’s the background: I have lived in this home for almost 11 years.  On the day that we moved in, my wonderful cousin unpacked my kitchen and set it up for me.  It was amazing. She has an incredible knack for organization and workflow. It was perfect. It was a

I remember walking into a small bridal boutique to look for a wedding dress.  It was a two-room quaint structure that had all the appearances of a little home. This location had been recommended by a friend, and it happened to be the right place for me. The dress I had imagined with its lace

This is my beautiful mother and me about three weeks after my birth. I am the firstborn, so it was her first Christmas with a child.  I was a newborn and had no clue about the purpose of a tree or Christmas cards, or presents, but it didn’t matter to Mom. She and Dad decorated

Warning: This is completely my opinion. Recently, I was talking to a friend of mine about decorating our homes for Christmas.  She has had her decorations up  since early November, and I was jealous as my decorations didn’t go up until the day after Thanksgiving.  We agreed on how seeing the decorations made us so

We were a family of six growing up, so a station wagon made sense.  To Dad, though, having TWO station wagons made even more sense. I can still picture the back door of the blue wagon, plastered with what seemed like a hundred bumper stickers. Dad was the pastor of our church, so it served

This Monday morning, when I turned on the news, they were discussing the synagogue shooting .  It’s just unfathomable that this continues to happen in our country.  To try and put a happier spin on things, the newscasters were asking people a question: “How can you spread love today?” People were responding via Facebook and Twitter

I am a practicalist.  (I don’t know if that’s even a proper word, but it seems to describe me quite well). Life has to make sense…and if possible, I would like to have all the details ironed out before I take a single step forward in a new or different direction. But the more I read

I was sitting in the optometrist’s office when I got the news.  “Glasses”, he said. Tears filled my eyes, and I leaned into my mother.  I felt silly, crying as a teenager over something as simple as glasses. But I was devastated, and the struggle was real at an age when image mattered. My mom

There was a small closet in the narrow hallway of my house when I was a young girl.  The hallway led to the living room from the bedroom that I shared with my sister. You would open the closet at your own risk because you never know what could fall out.  Sheets were stuffed into