Greg, my pastor in Augusta, grew up on a dairy farm. So for staff retreat one year we made a stop at his dad’s farm. We were able to milk cows. And while we were there his dad was in the middle of an artificial insemination. Let me step back. The farm world is high-tech. […]

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The epic struggle of badminton normally centers in backyards. There dad tries to get the net untangled and up – all while not breaking any of the support stakes… but the Olympic sport has nothing to do with set-up and everything to do with hitting birdies at 200mph. That is unless you are playing doubles […]

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Ivy: “Mom, when I am 7 can I take karate?” Meg: “Don’t you want to take soccer or dance?” Ivy: “You know I really want to be a spy. And Flynn McMissile knows karate…” When Meg told me this I was sitting eating lunch. It was a gourmet meal of leftover frozen pizza. And I was searching […]

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When Meg and I got married she drove a little Ford Escort. It was a lovely shade of red. Which worked perfectly, because as the car began to rust it blended right in with the paint. I would have preferred a stick, but it was an underpowered automatic. The car would struggle up hills – without a […]

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“Turn on the music, so I can practice my dancing! Because I am going to dance with Uncle Jake and Aunt Chrissy at their wedding.” ~ Phoebe My little brother is getting married this weekend. I get the honor of performing the ceremony – which, I remind myself, IS an honor. At the same time, […]

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