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    Fifty One & Fifty Seven

    Outside my window, a breathtaking fall has unfolded.  With the help of a gentle breeze, an assortment of flamboyant leaves cascade from tree limbs, sail past the deck and take up residence on the backyard parsonage lot.  Despite an already generous collection, more leaves cling to the tree than not....

  • Three Simple Rules

    So I’m back again after two weeks hiatus as we at the parsonage hosted an extraordinary visit from a beloved friend from Tennessee. The truth is, I struggle with time management anyway (especially when I am out of my routine) and likely most truthful of all, I procrastinate writing my weekly...

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    Words from a Boat

    As I write, Dame Florence (not to be reckoned with) is pummeling the coast of North Carolina. Five hours, twenty-four minutes and three-hundred fifty-miles away, my precious Mother is secure in her home, shelves stocked (one Wal-Mart run later) and ‘hunkering down’ for what she expects to be persistent rain,...

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    Words in Red

    As a little girl growing up in the Bible Belt of southwestern Virginia, it was an exception if you didn’t know Jesus and if you didn’t ‘know your Bible.’ Regarding the latter and for children especially, participating in some healthy competition in the way of Bible Sword Drills never hurt....

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    For František

    As I write, we are in the tenth morning of a long-awaited excursion to the underrated gem of Portugal. While two glorious days remain, already I am wistful. For me, when it comes to travel, there is never enough time. To become acquainted with the country, the city or village,...

  • photo of a scooter next to a wall with flowers

    What Drives Us

    Gary and I have one car by choice. It’s part vestige from living in Europe where we didn’t own a car, completely relied on public transportation, and managed just fine. Metros, trams, and busses served us faithfully. Plus we met some charming and eclectic people on public transport that we...

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    Preaching and Art

    Like sculpting, painting or woodworking, preaching is an art.  And for as many years as I have engaged in this craft, and as much as it feeds me, there are things about it that simply do not get any easier.  Like the expectation that the finished product will be inspiring...

  • pink suitcase packed with ladies clothing, shoes and sunglasses

    The Way to Travel

    The suitcase is on the bed and has been for weeks. I’m traveling again, which means I have to pack. Therein lies the problem. For as much as I have trekked this wonderful world of ours, I have yet to figure it out. How to pack that is. Which means...

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    The Front Porch

    It only took a full three-day weekend of research, cogitating and trial and error word-pairing to settle on it—a blog name, that is. While some readers may think it inconsequential, I submit that the naming of something is a perilous undertaking. At times, even presumptuous. Perhaps you’ve ruminated, like me,...