Sharing insights and inspiration that happen over a cup of tea
Sharing insights and inspiration that happen over a cup of tea
Category: Change
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This year Christmas will be very different for us and it’s taken some real effort on my part to adjust. My oldest son and his family, including my three young grandsons and a fourth in Childrens' Hospital of Philadelphia NICU will not be celebrating with us this year. They will celebrate as a family in…
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Many years ago, I was asked to cover a concert for the diocesan newspaper where I worked. I already had another event scheduled that day, but something nudged me to rearrange my schedule and accept the assignment in a nearby church. The music was being performed by a group of familiar singers and musicians, some…
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It’s funny how often we come across insights that resonate profoundly with our circumstances at different times in our lives. Today, I found one in my in-box, in the form of a newsletter, “Living in Season,” by Waverly Fitzgerald: “I feel that urge that so many of us feel in September to begin a new…
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With Thanksgiving around the corner, and Christmas not far behind, thoughts of gratitude and giving are close at heart. For those of modest means, the holidays are also a time to be mindful of money, to keep within a budget. But let’s face it, the pressure to spend is sometimes overwhelming. While mulling over our…
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Hate is an ugly word, an ugly emotion and an ugly ideology. It is the antithesis of natural law, the Ten Commandments and every teaching of Jesus Christ. It is responsible for murder and mayhem and the unspeakable torture and decimation of whole races. It is something I have rarely, if ever, written…
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There is nothing my father enjoyed more in the spring than a visit to the local nursery. There I would watch him wander through aisles of colorful blooms and I could almost see the wheels of his brain spinning with wondrous plans for that summer’s garden. He would carefully choose a variety of plants, some…
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A mother never knows just how much attention her children are paying to her, but every once in a while she discovers they know her better than she thinks they do. That was my discovery when my son, an eighth grade language arts teacher sent me an email explaining that they were writing memoirs in…
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When my second son began preschool, an experience relished by his five brothers, his reaction was less than enthusiastic. As we approached the brightly painted door that led to his classroom, I felt myself being pulled backward by the pressure of his tiny hand tugging on mine. Looking down I saw the big brown eyes welling…
God Talk and Tea 