Caroline
An Angel Named John
At the top of Old Indian Road, extravagant love was cultivated amidst the orchards of the Hudson Valley. Neighbors would wake up to...
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HONEYSUCKLE TALKS
Thoughts for my loved ones, near and far
Honeysuckle days are upon us. Those sweet days after winter, before the mosquitoes invade the south and the air feels like a wet down comforter. Evening walks with my children filled with the delicate perfume of honeysuckle and once chubby hands thrusting a curated flower towards me to try its nectar. Sweet moments that I will cherish. Talks that challenge and fill my cup. Our honeysuckle walks and talks are a treasure, varied and intimate.
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Tender Strength
For many years, this has been my early morning scene. A sweet friend who is never ashamed of being sensitive, and the opened book that...
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The Ripshin Goat Dairy
The Ripshin Goat Dairy, a sixth generation farm, drips with a heritage of thoughtful people. Gardens throughout the property, speckled...
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Country People are My People
The french press had been broken last week, so William knocked on the garret door and said that he would like to discuss coffee in the...
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Cake for a Heartbreak
Ever the pragmatist, I don’t bake a cake unless there is a reason to bake one; a celebration of some variety. When I dumped on my career...
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Scraped Knees and Compassion
Fear left unlabeled and unchallenged will be the ruin of relationships, communities, and the economy as we knew it...
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A Croissant That Tastes Like Courage
It was my first croissant ever. A forbidden treat of buttery layers of dough that melted on my tongue...
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A Reflection on Deaths and a Resurrection
While mortal flesh dies once, God incarnate rose again, conquered the grave, that we might be ransomed from eternal death...
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Death and Kittens; Lessons from the Farm
...death is something you must come to terms with pretty rapidly, or else lose yourself completely in the final fact of life.
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Fear Without Defeat
I hear the murmurs, see the fear turning to anger; anger always comes from fear or sadness.
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Honeysuckle Days and the Temporary Death of the Handwritten Letter
I told my children that we should use this time to write letters to people we care about. Who doesn’t love a handwritten letter? Keep it...
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