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Real Life
I always give up something for Lent, but didn’t this year. I am 48, married, have two children, live in France, grew up in Willows California, have gray hair, wrinkles…
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Holy Communion
such truth is exposed how busy we can be…. chasing after happiness. running around in a circle and calling it living. how often do you hear …
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My Hero
My Dad is the best. He is. Even if today wasn’t his 79th birthday I would proclaim him the best. *The man and his bike, in the cow barn converted…
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Sowing Seeds
That which we gather in the garden of delight is the fruit of our labor. What seeds are you planting in your soul this spring?
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French Kissing with Lips Still Wet
He talked and talked and talked, without ever uttering a word from his lips. with his eye upon me, I felt what he said.
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A View from my Window
At last my bedroom window is open, the air is warmer and soothes. Red tile roofs, and mountains in the distance… is one of the views I have; the other…
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Drops of Love
catching the light holding it reflecting fire flames burn crystal clear you have rendered me speechless, causing my heart to sing A poem for Thursday
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French Bistro Glass Shatters His Image
Being one of the oldest glasses in the house, I thought I should say a few things. First, I am proud of Black Pepper for pouring out his soul…
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Smiling with Unusual Tears
"Mommy are you sad?" *Chelsea asked with a very concerned look on her sweet baby face. Graceful as an angel she put her hands on my cheeks and looked carefully…
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