Like HD Thoreau, Bill Weale had faith in a seed. As a preacher, faith was kind of Grandpa’s thing. He also believed in being open to messages and signs. So it was strangely comforting…
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“Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am…
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This is for Elizabeth. Let’s talk about chickadees! My heart leapt yesterday at the neighbourhood bus stop. We parents gather there every morning with a gaggle of bundled-up elementary school kids, waiting for the…
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In case you’re still dropping by, there’s stuff going on. I’m just lacking focus. I know it’s time to start writing again when the 2AM nightmares come back. So here’s what’s going on: –…
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It’s around this time of year, not sure what day, or even what year, that Aunt Margaret died. It was four years ago? Five? I was in Vermont when I got the news, indirectly,…
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I’m messing around with a standing desk. Woot. Does anyone have tips? I’m motivated to do this for a few reasons: 1) There’s an epidemic of “sitting disease” — tight hips, expanding bellies, tense…
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Not all posts can be super-duper* when there’s a daily deadline. So here’s a glimpse into my ordinary day, with some links: – I’m experimenting with recipes for gluten-free protein bars. The first batch…
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My mother turns 70 today. When we were kids, she occasionally mused that she was destined to die young. Well, she doesn’t have to worry about that anymore! Happy birthday, Mom! I remember when…