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May 11, 2013
Around the World with Grandmothers and their Recipes
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To many of us, the word "grandmother" conjures up feelings of warmth and comfort, not to mention mouth-watering, nourishing food. Before professional photographer Gabriele Galimberti took off on one of his many trips around the planet, his grandmother lovingly prepared her ravioli for him. According to Slate, Galimberti told her, "You know, there... Read More + |
Apr 29, 2013
Community Post: A Friend at All Times
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I’ve been asked to share our story, and that would be impossible to do truthfully without also declaring God’s goodness, faithfulness, purposes, and plans. That’s why I was invited in the first place — to comfort with the comfort I’ve received, and the best way I know to do that is to give them glimpses of the upside-down kingdom, where greatness isn’t... Read More + |
Apr 28, 2013
Community Post: Root Removal System
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This man took a new job offered--and what a sweet deal it seemed. Many, many hours, days, nights, and weeks away from home may have padded the pockets, but it’s not the stuff that families are made of. God pushed, pulled, led, guided, strengthened, chiseled the tall man and his clan; and, in doing so, He removed all the fluff and stuff. When another... Read More + |
Apr 20, 2013
Joy or "Just Wait"
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My husband and I will be married eighteen years this summer, and it's been an exhilirating--and sometimes exhausting--ride. When we first got engaged--back in '94 (or as my sons call it, the Dark Ages)--many folks reacted to our good news negatively, which surprised us. "Better enjoy your freedom while you have it!" crowed the men at Carey's... Read More + |
Mar 16, 2013
Community Post: Full Circle
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We are driving under a blue sky—the promise of spring— and the road is bleached white from its winter salt treatments. The trees rim our going, bark-bared and pristine, flashing glimpses of pale new skin underneath the peeling old. I shiver at the way the white settles into the cracks of worn out things—remnants of the cold; dried up bones of the skeleton... Read More + |
Mar 15, 2013
Community Post: The Day I Learned How to Be a Mother
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She hummed a song to us in Dutch, and I listened with my elbows on the table, to this woman with sterling silver hair. We were there, young moms and grandmothers, gathered around round tables with coffee mugs and plates of squares, learning from each other. It felt like Mary at the feet of Jesus, and we were asking them questions like "How did you teach... Read More + |
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You Can Hide Under God's Desk
When I was a young boy, one of my favorite photos was a picture of John Kennedy, Jr., hiding under his father's desk. Of course, his father was the President of the United States and the desk was in... Read More +
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