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Return to sender

Return to sender

When I was a kid, there was nothing I loved more on a hot, sticky Midwest summer day than lying on the living room couch in the air conditioning, reading a book, changing position only when my elbows and back got too stiff from propping me up or my arms fell asleep...
Tree of Remembrance

Tree of Remembrance

The blue and yellow strips of paper chains are starting to grow around the Christmas tree in our Marley House chapel. The yellow strips have names carefully written on them: Grandma, Uncle John, Russ, Dorothy, Missy, Kate, Dad. On the blue strips are memories of these...
Memories on the table

Memories on the table

The grocery store is filled with reminders we are firmly in the holiday season. Yams soaked in heavy syrup are cozying up next to the marshmallow bags, herbed stuffing has moved next to the turkey gravy and brining kits. Canned cranberries, cream of mushroom soup and...
In the cards

In the cards

For the past two years, I’ve had the privilege of talking to a group of Ms. Haynes’ eighth-graders at Northpoint Expeditionary Learning Academy about senior and assisted living in this community, sharing a few stories about what it is and why some people end up living...
Living history

Living history

I dropped the small, white box into the mailbox at the post office and drove off, wondering what we would find out in a few weeks. After six decades of not knowing anything about his family history, Mike decided to do a DNA test. He was adopted from a French-Catholic...