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Sometimes there is so much to do that the only thing that makes sense is to do nothing at all. When we realized we only had a couple of more days in Santa Rosa we made a list of things we needed to do: clean the cottage, buy a grate for the grill, visit a… Continue reading so don’t cry for me in Argentina
Mate is the national drink of Argentina. (it's pronounced in two syllables, with a short e.) They put it in a gourd with hot water and pass it around, sipping it out of the same filtered straw, called a bombilla. When it’s gone they pour some more hot water out of a thermos into the… Continue reading the fountain of youth
The joys of heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth. Hush, hush, my doubts! death is but a narrow stream, and thou shalt soon have forded it. Time, how short—eternity, how long! Death, how brief—immortality, how endless! Methinks I even now eat of Eshcol's clusters, and sip of the well which is within… Continue reading Happy birthday Katie
When I first met you, you were an infant on a blanket in the basement of the lodge at Kimball Camp. Your mother was taking notes at a workshop I was leading for home school families and your dad was upstairs on the payphone, working a deal. So many things have changed since then. For… Continue reading For Ian, on his graduation
Photo by Jennifer Buehrer. I had the privilege of officiating at my son Michael's wedding last week. Here is what I said. _____ Karina, we knew you before you knew Michael, and we loved you even then. You would have been remarkable, even if you did not like grits or laugh at my jokes. From… Continue reading more mystery
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