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Young Girl Reading, c. 1770. Jean-Honoré Fragonard. Photo courtesy of the National Gallery of Art.
She sits in a yellow dress, resting her back against an oversized pillow, reading the book in her hand with her pinky extended, a nice detail...
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A camellia bursting with color on a gray, overcast day at Callaway Gardens.
Do you have a favorite place to visit nearby? Some place that holds special memories for you? About 90 minutes from where we live is a place that holds many fond memories for me...
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A chilly fall morning at one of our state parks. It reminds me to pause and take a deep breath.
Yesterday's school shooting has left me stunned, sad, and angry. Maybe you feel the same way. The depth of evil displayed there is hard to fathom. Defenseless, unsuspecting kids and adults--all of them someone's son or daughter, brother or sister, or parent. So many precious lives lost, so many others scarred forever.
I'd planned to write about something else today, but then I remembered this...
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I love Valentine's Day because to me, it's a bright spot in the middle of winter--a touch of warmth, if you will.And because intentionally focusing on love and friendship is always in season.
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Wendy was my first baby. I fell in love the moment I saw her: big brown eyes, adorable nose, and really big feet. She was, after all, a puppy--a beautiful Labrador Retriever the color of my favorite Valentine gift, milk chocolate...
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She stood next to me in the dining room, wearing a red top, black striped pants, and white leather shoes smaller than my hand. "Here," she said, resting a colorful set of nesting plastic cups on my knee...
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The invitations went out a few weeks ago amid much excitement. Guests were invited to a “royal dinner feast” and advised to “come dressed for the castle: formal, festive, and fun.” As the news spread, there was a buzz in the air...
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She can paint a picture of what growing up in a small town was like and make me long to be there too. When I was little, she told me all about her family, friends, and neighbors in her small town. The people there seemed to be suspended in time until she told me another story, and they would come to life again...
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