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A bitter pill to swallow

Did I or didn’t I? This was one of the questions I asked myself a few times a couple weeks ago sitting at my desk. Did I take my pills? I did, didn’t I? Or was that yesterday I am thinking of? Oh my gosh! Am I getting old or what? Or am I just so distracted that I...

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To love an onion

I was unaware Robert Farrar Capon, the late Episcopal priest and author, published The Supper of the Lamb in 1967. Furthermore, I knew nothing of Capon’s “culinary reflection” when I began housekeeping in 1970 with The Better Homes and Gardens New Cookbook. I built my...

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Being kind to one another

Being kind to others has been in the forefront of the media lately due to an a recent situation in which Ellen DeGeneres and George W. Bush were sitting next to each other watching a football game. She said she received a lot of backlash from viewers and fans who were...

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Reunions a sign of hope

My mother and father were opposites: she the eldest of eight children, he the youngest of nine. Assigned to cooking family meals at age eleven, Mom cut her teeth on the cookstove. Dad grew into manhood with every bite of food handed to him. Domestic to the bone, Mom...

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Filling the dash of living

There’s nothing like visiting with old friends from your childhood that can make you wonder how time passed so quickly. Having the sad misfortune of having to say a way too early goodbye to a childhood friend has brought back so many memories. Susie was a very...

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Who’s Sweet Annie?

Years ago on a fair fall day, my sister-in-law and I wandered through a craft show in Grand Rapids with her first baby. Throughout the park, dappled light shone on vendors’ tents under old oaks and maples. The spirit of geniality triggered “nothing could be finer than...

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The more they stay the same

Every once in a while I feel like I will hear her come in, hands full of work items, water, her bag. Always so much in her hands, it takes a few seconds for her to get through the door. I would always hear, “Hi Paula. Hi Randy. Hi Tom. Hi Maria” and whoever else was...

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The ebb and flow of seasons

The kids and I spent Sunday afternoon picking apples from our four trees. It’s one of those years where, with little effort, there’s a decent crop to be had. Despite the fact that I half-heartedly pruned and sprayed them this spring and they went long spells without a...

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Wondrous grace

Barely a year old, Mitty loves books. She jumps upon my bed every morning, rubs her cheeks on the edge of my journal and chews its ribbon glued to the binding. She paws my pen. “Okay, Mitts, I get the message.” I scratch her back from tail to head and hold her face in...

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Learning, supporting your lifetime partner

If you have been blessed like me to have been with the same partner a long time—24 years of marriage for us—you know it takes compromise, humor and patience to get there. Maybe it’s not always a sunny walk in the park, but getting through those times of turmoil really...

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