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Another crisp walk to the shed this morning. Frozen snow. Shed v toasty. Flagrantly displaying my wealth by leaving the heater on overnight. Actually the insulation is so good I suspect it costs very little to heat. There is still a thick layer of snow on the roof. Gonna rain at the ...
Looking back, for the first few years of my marriage my husband and I didn’t pray out loud together much at all. When we made the decision to make that a priority in our lives it was awkward at first. I’m embarrassed to say I was even a little uncomfortable to pray in public at...
I started cleaning, working on projects previously left undone. I need to claim this space as mine and I need James to exist in all my precious memories and not in false belief that he is going to grab his hat from the top of the fridge and put on his boots waiting by the door....
Pack in everything you will need for the day as there is nowhere to buy anything at the beach. We advise bringing tons of sunscreen and sun protection (the sun is much stronger here on the equator!), a lot of water (remember you have a long sunny hike to and from Tortuga Bay), a...
I suppose one might object to the commercial aspect and the pressure put on people to buy buy buy, and that’s fair enough, but one can hate on the pressure without hating the festival. This is the approach many people take to Christmas for example, grumping about the commercialism but ...
“Every time I’m going to see Rabier — and this is to go on right to the end — I act as if I were going to be killed. As if he knew all about my activities. Every time, every day.” As days pass and the Allies near Paris, however, Rabier’s own situation grows more ...
People were moving up and down the second story walkway until one stopped near Will, and from behind him he heard in a sexy voice: “Father forgive me for I have sinned.” For a second there Will felt what it was like to have someone confess their sins to him. In his psychedelic sta...
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Arriving to Kathmandu I landed with my dad at the hot and stuffy airport, and after we waited in line to buy a visa, we were picked up by Jeevan, one of our guides. His little car zig-zagged through a maze of honking horns and swerving motor bikes to our first hotel, a slightly ...