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Standing On The Promises
I grew up singing the old hymn Standing On The Promises with its near-marching meter. In fact, if I still myself long enough, I can hear my grandmother and her fellow altos singing that fun part of the chorus, beneath the stretched staaand – ing of the sopranos. Anyone else? It’s funny. I can still recall Continue reading
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Give Me All The Milestones!
Earlier this year, I celebrated SIXTY. Today, I’m celebrating FORTY! Forty years ago, a young boy and girl said ‘I Do’ on a sweltering August evening. It was a humble celebration. The tuxes and dresses were rentals. And oh, the bride’s dress was borrowed. After the vows, there was cake and punch. Mints and nuts. Continue reading
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Freshly Squeezed
A couple of years ago, I began juicing. As in, pressing fruit and vegetables to make my own fresh juice. I get on a kick every now and again. When I started, I began with a list of 4 veggies and 2 fruits, topped off with some tumeric and black pepper for good measure. Seriously, Continue reading
Angi Aymond 