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hi friend. you’re like an old friend, aren’t you? i’m assuming if you’re here then you consider yourself my friend or even if you technically don’t know me all that well, after reading a few of my entries, you’re as good as a friend — you “hear” more from me here than most do face-to-face… Continue reading pictures

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it was a warm fall evening.  we wore dresses and heels (well, the girls did).  and walked around Old Montreal.  and ate dinner in an old building.  and laughed.  a lot. it was a warm fall day.  we walked down the road.  and into a cornfield.  and took pictures.  and i loved being with them.… Continue reading we.

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tonight was a “i’m home” kind of night. the kind where i walked home from church, waved at little people and a daddy in the yard of a yellow house, came home and helped with cutting tomatoes and getting dinner started. the kind where everyone ended up sitting at the kitchen table and laughing louder… Continue reading . . .

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my busy schedule ever since arriving home tuesday morning at 2:00 am has finally caught up to me. this morning i slept through my alarm (how like me) and was woken by a sister yelling up to my room letting me know that i had half an hour before church started. i promptly burst into… Continue reading