So I went home . . .
. . . or as close to it as I can get these days. It seems that the farm that I grew up on is no longer a farm (and thus, no longer my home) because it is a 30-house subdivision. Yeesh!! The school that…
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. . . or as close to it as I can get these days. It seems that the farm that I grew up on is no longer a farm (and thus, no longer my home) because it is a 30-house subdivision. Yeesh!! The school that…
Continue reading...I left here on April 30 in the rain at 6am; it stopped raining outside of Toledo at 3pm-- Yes, 9 hours of rain to drive through . . . it was a lovely time. Then 4 hours later, I arrived at my sister's house…
Continue reading...When we arrived on Thursday, May 1, there was general mayhem and chaos behind the desk. We were told that there was sewing places for the retreat on all three floors of the hotel. In fact, there were only sewing places for quilters on 2…
Continue reading...Why is it that an otherwise intelligent man or woman who has an inquiring mind about everything from politics to science does NOT ask someone with a great deal of knowledge (albeit, book-learning) about God and Jesus Christ and all of that. It has nothing…
Continue reading...Thank you, Lord! I was to be religious. I thought I had embraced it as a young woman but I didn't, really, until a few years ago and the face-slap (not literally) from my oldest sister. "Marcia, you know what you have to do-- start…
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