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19th of July

That Dang Dog!


How many lessons CAN one learn from a dog?  Well, since DOG is GOD spelled backwards and I happen to LOVE dogs (especially MY dogs), I find myself always asking GOD to speak to me through my DOG.  Sure enough, GOD does!  Not the same as speaking through a donkey, I suppose, but pretty dang awesome, if you ask me!  So here’s the story of the week from the farm dog.  Pretty funny looking back,


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18th of January

Family Vacation Fiasco [How We Survive and Grow through the Breakdowns and Meltdowns of Transitions and Transmissions]


  When January rolls in, we start reminiscing about family traditions, one being our annual ski trip “up nort” as the Uppers (people living in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan) like to pronounce their homeland. Every January for I don’t know how many years, we’ve been stuffing our car like those Johnsonville brats we Cheeseheads are famous for grilling at Packer game parties. We pack our suitcases with layers and layers. And MORE layers. Because


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12th of August

Simply Grateful


We went to our “happy place”, as our youngest son calls it, for a family vacation from Saturday until Wednesday. Door County is the “thumb” of Wisconsin and what some refer to as “the Cape Cod of the Midwest”—a peninsula that juts out separating the waters of Green Bay and Lake Michigan. Highway 42 meanders north past groves of cherry trees and grapevines, through cozy little villages with harbors full of boats this time of


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This Happy Little Hippie Thinks You Might Need a Good Laugh
27th of May

This Happy Little Hippie Thinks You Might Need a Good Laugh


Some folks think I’ve got a warped sense of humor.  Like Nick, for example.  He’s 18, so of course I don’t expect a teenager to get my sophisticated kind of funny.  I suppose that’s why he doesn’t laugh when I bend over and one rips, accidentally of course, and I apologize for the fact that my sphincter muscle is aging.  I explain to him that I’m almost 57 and folks my age with my certain


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Categories:  death and dying humor joy
Basket Case
12th of January

Basket Case


Early one morning, I decided to do the unthinkable—organize the pantry. Not that it was a disaster or anything. I have all these Tupperware containers I earned in a barter with a friend for teaching her kids piano lessons years ago. But some of the containers were labeled incorrectly and I decided some items would work better on a different shelf. So right when I’m finishing, our 17 year-old son comes into the kitchen, wearing


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Categories:  grace humor
When You Are Hard-Pressed and You Need to Change Your Mind
10th of November

When You Are Hard-Pressed and You Need to Change Your Mind


My second worst nightmare in my aviation history came true yesterday. My worst nightmare? Of course, a nose-diving plane. But yesterday, though the plane stayed aloft, I was pretty sure my nerves might crash. All on account of my neighbors—25C and 25E. Me? 25D. Yep. Middle seat. Convinced I am the first half-human on the planet with a giraffe as one parent, I tuck my insanely long legs in front of my teeny-weeny seat and


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Categories:  following Christ grace humor
How To Have A Very Hot Date
5th of November

How To Have A Very Hot Date


Once upon a time (that would be Tuesday), there was a woman with rather BIG hair full of curl (that would be me) who excitedly dressed for her hot date (with her husband of 22 years) about to begin in under two hours. She slithered into her black knit, slim-legged ponte pants, securing them with button below her gravity-induced inner tube. Over her head with very BIG hair full of curl, she slid an elegant,


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Categories:  beauty humor
Fare at the Fair
21st of April

Fare at the Fair


This morning, I’m pondering something deep, as usual.  I’m thinking about the deep-fried food I saw last night at the Pima County Fair, about 60 miles north of the Arizona/Mexico border. I should be mourning like the dove cooing melancholy on the wall outside our condo.  Instead, I’m cackling loudly like the thrasher out there also, waiting for his morning bits of strawberry from me. I’m a thrasher under cover, grabbing for a sheet corner to soak up laughter tears


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Categories:  humor joy loving as Christ
I Have Become a Stripper
24th of March

I Have Become a Stripper


I used to strip only at night.  For years in fact.  But in the past year, I’ve become a daytime stripper as well.  I even strip in front of my family.  They smile as they watch me, my nearly 17 year-old son’s eyes growing wide with disbelief that his mother could do such a thing.  I can read his mind behind his bulging blue eyes . . . “Oh my gosh!  She’s stripping AGAIN!?  What


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Duckies and Dads and Mountains
25th of November

Duckies and Dads and Mountains


I went to church with my dad and stepmom while visiting them in Arizona.  To some, this might not seem like such a big deal.  To me, it was a momentous occasion.  During our phone conversation the day before my flight, Dad asked me if I would go to church with him on Sunday.  I nearly spewed the lemon water I had just sipped but not swallowed.  My dad had never asked me if I


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The Rut and the Pumpkin Guns
29th of September

The Rut and the Pumpkin Guns


‘Tis the season for fall hunting . . . Fla la la la la . . . La la la . . . Blah! The talk has begun. In the grocery line Thursday, Judy VanderVelst tells me with a sigh how she’s about to become a widow.  Not that she’s planning on killing her husband or anything.  It’s just that up here in Wisconsin, we women become widows during hunting season where even kids are


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Categories:  humor
Wake Up Call
15th of July

Wake Up Call


What is it about husbands in the bedroom? Mine is trying my already frazzled nerves lately. First off, he’s a heavy sleeper and I’m not.  So, to keep our togetherness in the bed, we both keep separate alarm clocks on our separate nightstands. My alarm clock is a little black box with soft, red, lighted numbers. When it goes off in the morning, there’s a gentle beeping that wakes me instantly.  Before the clock beeps


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