Subject line grab your attention? That’s what Nonnis calls its chocolate biscotti dipped in dark chocolate. People, you have no idea. I’m pretty sure this is what they’ll be serving in coffee shops in heaven. Speaking of tasty treats, if you’ve never tried Plocky’s Three Grain Tortilla Chips, you really should. Think Sun Chips meets […]
When he entered the kitchen this morning, I was on my knees wiping the floor with a wet paper towel. “What happened?” “Oh, I dropped that . . . thing . . . the dealie that the coffee goes into when you grind it. What would you call it?” He pointed. “This? It’s a habernaculum.”
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Just like every other day, they lunched across from one another, each perched in the familiar spot. She ate twice as fast as he did, all the while chattering away. He seemed distracted, constantly looking to the right or left, perhaps seeking a way to escape the incessant twittering of her voice. She munched on,
Old married couples Read More »
Today I conducted a solemn ceremony in the hallway. I spent a few moments in silent memory of those gone before, recalling how they refreshed us and filled us with delight by their mere presence. But now they’ve vanished, and life must go on. I sighed. Then I reached out my hand and flipped the
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My MINI has a crush on THIS CAR. (Thanks, Katy, for the link.)
Chicks dig guys who can dance. Read More »
May is an interesting month for me. Sort of an emotional smorgasbord. I know what’s on the menu, but I still find myself surprised by the intensity of the flavors. May 5th is our anniversary. This year marked twenty-six years of marital monkeyshines. Get married, y’all. Then have a few kids. It’ll grow you up
The praise band meets before church each Sunday to run through the music, so I leave our house about 45 minutes before George and Jacob do. When they arrive, Jacob comes into the sanctuary and listens until time for Sunday school. I sit with my back to the congregation, but I can see the whole
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George is a scientist, but he doesn’t think like one. Or, I should say, he doesn’t think like most people expect a scientist to think. He loves biology for its beauty. He sees the art in life. He sees the hand of the Artist behind it. George is a scientist, but he’s also a poet.
A couple of years ago I bought my first pair of reading glasses. At that point, I needed them only for the teensiest print. I tried on a variety of styles and selected a pair with somewhat-hefty, tortoise-shell frames–kind of artsy. Or so I thought when I picked them out. In the past year, my
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“And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats . . .” Hey, gang! It’s that time again. What time, you ask? Time to celebrate! And to feast–not upon lambs, sloths, carp, etc.–but upon words. As host
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