by Carole Duff | Aug 9, 2021 | Faith, Family |
From: a starting point “Where do you come from?” Meaning geography. A common question when getting to know someone new. My answer: “I grew up in Connecticut, and my parents were from northern Maine.” Both sets of grandparents were potato farmers—below/right is my...
by Carole Duff | Aug 2, 2021 | Faith, Family, Writing and Reading |
At church yesterday—in the visiting time after morning rehearsal and before the service began—for some reason, I caught myself thinking about relationships and Beth Kephart’s Wife, Daughter, Self: A Memoir in Essays. The book sections into...
by Carole Duff | Jul 19, 2021 | Faith |
I am strong. The ensemble sounded strong, rehearsing the prelude before yesterday morning’s service at Bethany Lutheran Church. Until I decided to add a couple beats to the first ending. Or maybe it was a full measure. Everyone rolled with it—I was playing...
by Carole Duff | Jun 21, 2021 | Dogs & Other Creatures |
Adopting a rescue dog Keith and I talked about adopting another shelter dog—a rescue dog as it turned out, a buddy for Heathcliff to play with once we retired to Vanaprastha. So, when that happened in 2012, we’d already picked up a flyer from Almost Home volunteers,...
by Carole Duff | Apr 5, 2021 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Nature |
Cato lept from his nest bed in the great room, growling, barking, and bellowing. I peered at the digital clock in our bedroom. 3:36 am. Early morning on Maundy Thursday. “There must be something out there,” I said to Keith. “I’ll go check.” Cato raced between me and...
