The Fool’s Road to Financial Freedom

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1. Our first hard freeze will arrive any day now, but I am at the garden nursery again. This time I am buying just a few potted violas for the window boxes. Also, a scooper. It is …

Six Years and a Whole Lifetime Ago

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It's a crisp fall morning, and I sip my coffee by the window where the leaves meander down. Six years ago yesterday, she died. It's impossible to underestimate how different each day is now. I never just sat and …

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November 25 2014

Wait and See . . .

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The house is quiet tonight. And that feels right. I am tired and more than a little bit anxious, wondering if a long-planned vacation is going to happen. Inclement weather may well force cancellation of …

I Remembered Her Baptism

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I can’t remember what set her off. It doesn’t matter, really. She was having a tantrum because she is three years old. Benjamin and I take turns losing our cool. We ask the question as if …

Jesus Gives (or, How Is This Thing Worth It?)

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My philosophy professor was a bright-eyed man with a Shakespearean sense of humor, but even that did not help me feel goodwill toward him the day our class discussion turned toward Jesus. It wasn’t that …

Midlife Chills In An Indian Summer

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  Something deep down inside me has been missing. Like that chill you feel when you forgot to layer up after being warned that the weather is going to change. You thought you'd be warm enough, …

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