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November 12th, 2015 I grew up with a dad who prays the Liturgy of the Hours, and as a result, the Church’s daily pockets of prayer have always held a special attraction for me. Perhaps when I am an older woman, I will live the kind of life conducive to praying the Divine Office, but for now, my own version will have to do. Morning Alone on the couch with a prayer October 26th, 2015 I read a Curious George book to my children a few weeks ago. It was a library copy – one of the very old ones, wrapped in protective plastic with decades-old, handwritten due dates inside the front cover. The story was typical H. A. Rey fare. The man with the yellow hat was exasperatingly clueless while George was up to no good with a family of ducks in the October 11th, 2011 My Gold Mine post below, and people’s responses to it, have reminded me of this blog post I wrote back in 2005, about all the precious “stuff” my mother-in-law saved from Dan’s childhood. So here I am, re-posting, and remembering Dolores … We had a quiet Thanksgiving, home on our own yesterday. Just the nine of us. Just as we had planned. With all the busy-ness of our day to November 21st, 2009 I have had “We Are the World” running through my head all day. Don’t ask me why. Maybe I heard it somewhere or maybe I caught a glimpse of a man wearing a bandana on his head all Bruce Springstein-like and my brain got the subliminal message to sing about “saving our own lives.” I don’t know. Finally, this afternoon I got annoyed with this particular ear worm and got September 24th, 2009 When we were at the store today, Daniel noticed a mark on my arm. “What happened?” he asked. “Oh, I burned myself,” I told him. “I accidentally touched my arm to the hot cookie sheet when I was baking yesterday. It looks funny, but it really doesn’t hurt anymore.” Daniel studied the spot and then touched it, ever so gently with the tips of his fingertips. In his soft touch January 22nd, 2009 Come on over to Faith and Family Live! today to learn about new, weekly exercise in positive encouragement for mothers. amzn_assoc_ad_type = ‘banner’; amzn_assoc_tracking_id = ‘danibean02-20’; amzn_assoc_marketplace = ‘amazon’; amzn_assoc_region = ‘US’; amzn_assoc_placement = ‘assoc_banner_placement_default’; amzn_assoc_linkid = ’33HQMJXUETY4LNXU’; amzn_assoc_campaigns = ‘htl2014′; amzn_assoc_p = ’12’; amzn_assoc_banner_type = ‘category’; amzn_assoc_isresponsive = ‘false’; amzn_assoc_banner_id = ’07Z2226EJTGQAH4798R2′; amzn_assoc_width = ‘300’; amzn_assoc_height = ‘250’; November 24th, 2008 A hawk swooped into the hen house, narrowed her eyes at a small brown hen she found sitting in a nest box, and held her feathered head high. “I’ve been across the world,” the hawk sniffed. “I’ve seen miles of ocean brimming with bounties of fish. I’ve seen tropical islands where bright-feathered birds sing and play. I’ve seen the world. Don’t you want to see something more than the dingy |
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