I go this week.
We go.
And we do not go alone.
Continue readingOdd, isn’t it? When you’re 6 or 8 it feels like liberation to no longer have a Designated Nap Time (DNT) as part of the daily routine. When you’re 68, you come to see the DNT as one of life’s most profound little blessings.
Continue readingIt was my Sweetie, the artist, who pointed it out – how the smooth blanket of snow on our deck had morphed into something new, something a bit more interesting.
Continue readingPuzzled we were, the 6:30 Daily Mass Coffee Boys. Bumfuzzled, and therefore apparently in good company.
Continue readingHeard there’s a big game today, so I think I’ll make a double-batch.
Continue readingIt’s hard to put into words, what we saw…what we shared…in our scripture study on Saturday.
Continue readingYou’re welcome, folks.
Continue readingA pair of Energetic Elves stopped by on Christmas Eve-eve … to lend a hand with one last round of cookie-baking.
Continue readingThings got a little tight in our family room yesterday.
Continue readingIt wasn’t a “driving” rain exactly. More like “steady,” the winds mercifully silent as we made our wet way along Front Street for the four-minute walk from the prison’s entry house to the chapel deep inside the grounds yesterday.
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