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Egg for Sheila

England, early 1940. We haven’t yet experienced the bombing of our cities. Town children are sent away to the country where it is thought they will be safe from the inevitable onslaught from the … [more]

The perfect hamburger: just add rain

It was a cloudy day in the farm valley and it had been raining since I had awakened. There was a magical air to the day, despite the dismal weather outside. I was a wee lad, and it was my birthday … [more]

The most perfect wedding gift

Horace traveled in his RV over ten hours to come to my wedding. Horace is an eighty-five year old widower. His wife introduced my mother to my father. He was also the bearer of our first wedding … [more]

Sugar, Oh So Sweet

Oh!—the magical time that is Thanksgiving, Times to think, reminisce, and just enjoy living. Since we were hosting guests this year, I pitched in to help, To peel potatoes, mix cranberries, or make … [more]

A friendship sealed with choco-love

Our Crestwood experience began in late October. Peyton was the last to begin mixed age ‘03. As I sat on the bench the first week, trying to look boring (as was suggested by Judi) I began to … [more]

Battle of the Ribs

My brother, Tom, and I both consider ourselves good cooks. The problem lies in who we each consider the best cook - ourselves of course! So over the years there has been a bit of rivalry between us. … [more]

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