Beginning today, every Wednesday I’ll sift through the archives & pull out one of my favourite posts from the past three years. This week, I am featuring a post from September 2009—How to Forgive. Here is an excerpt: Forgiveness is a journey and like all…
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No Alcohol November
I have a love/hate relationship with alcohol. When I love it, I really love it. When I hate it, I really hate it. Alcoholism runs in my family. Which I’ve found as I’ve gotten older, is much more common than I ever imagined. I definitely…
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Happy Halloween!
Happy Halloween! ♥ I hope that everyone had a spooky, sweet, magical Halloween. Thank heavens that our snow melted and we were able to hit the town for some seriously fun ‘Trick or Treating!’ Check out my little race car driver. Isn’t he just the…
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Sunday Sweetness: Snowed In!
Typically, the snow waits until December to make its grand entrance. But not this year! Yesterday a nor’easter blew in & dumped a ton of fluffy white stuff on us. It felt more like Christmas than Hallowe’en, but we made the best of it. We…
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Poetry Friday: The World Has Need of You | Ellen Bass
The World Has Need of You | Ellen Bass everything here seems to need us… —Rilke I can hardly imagine it as I walk to the lighthouse, feeling the ancient prayer of my arms swinging in counterpoint to my feet. Here I am, suspended between…
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Things i Love Thursday: October 27th, 2011
It’s been such a quiet week around here. Apparently, the whole “four plane rides in less than 48 hours and about six hours sleep total in as much time” was a bit too much for poor, old Dena. 😉 That said, it was completely worth…
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Sunday Sweetness: She believed…
Hello, friends! I’ve been traveling this morning. I left New Jersey in the wee hours of the morning & hopped on a plane to Charlotte, North Carolina. From here, I’m headed to my final destination, San Antonio, Texas! I’ve got a speaking engagement tomorrow morning.…
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Never again…
Pal Szinyei Merse, Meadow with Poppies Sun So jung kommen wir nimma zam. It is Austrian and it translates (roughly) to, “We will never meet this young again.” It sticks with me. It inspires me. After each moment passes, we can never get it back.…