My husband is a ski fanatic. I write. He skis. When I met him, if I was going to spend any time with him during Michigan's long winters, skiing was something I was going to have to embrace—and not just from the fireplace in the ski lodge with a mug of hot chocolate in my hand. Harry taught …
When You’re Drawing Wide Arcs Through The Sky
Yesterday, in church, H preached about hell. It wasn't a fire and brimstone sermon. He doesn't do those. When H preaches, it is thoughtful, insightful, inspirational, and often emotional. But, rarely, is it "preachy." Even when he's preaching about hell. He's more preachy when he's talking about the …
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