Rent-a-parent for the Holidays

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My mother loved Christmas. She made a big fuss over it every year. As daughter Shelby says: Giving gifts was grandma’s love language. Getting them was, too. Mama loved to give & get gifts.  When I got the call last year on Christmas Day telling me that Mama was dying, and that I needed to get [Read More...]

Quiet Hours in the Village

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An artist is not a special kind of person. In every person is a special kind of artist.   A. K. Coomaraswamy I’ll confess, I was more than a little sad to leave our sweet room and the city of Amsterdam. There was still so  much I had not seen yet. I did manage to get [Read More...]

Notes from Mama’s Bible

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She wrote all sorts of notes in her bible, my mother did. Not just favorite verses, although there are those. But poems that spoke to her. Like this one: A kiss of the sun for pardon, A song of the birds for mirth. One is nearer God’s heart in a garden than anywhere else on [Read More...]


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