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A time of brokenness and healing

By Leslie Parks - Friday, February 19, 2016
It's dark, quiet yet not quiet.  The sounds from the IV machine pumping fluids into her delicate arms, the blood pressure cuff measuring every 15 minutes, the things around her legs inflating and deflating making sure she isn't getting a clot, all these sounds coming together to produce a harmony of sorts masking the dead quiet of night. I sit and watch standing...

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A Review: Homemade Pretzels

By Leslie Parks - Friday, February 19, 2016
As Job and I stood in line at the grocery store together we were discussing food for Super Bowl when we both spied the Martha Stewart Living Magazine featuring homemade pretzels.  I think Job commented on it and so impulsively I purchased it for us to do together.  There are a few things that Job likes to do in the kitchen.  One of...

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Explore: Vancouver

By Leslie Parks - Thursday, February 18, 2016
 Job and Lona ran to catch the bus and Isaac was busy working on some homework for the two classes he was taking at the college.  Everyone had something to do and a place to go except for John and I.  Well, we did have some place to go: Vancouver.  John's hours are changing at work so we are going to be losing...

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An Award

By Leslie Parks - Thursday, February 11, 2016
He left around 1 pm on Friday and came home around midnight and then was out the door around 7 am the next morning only to return around midnight again. "Email my soccer team that we have a game and I won't be there but don't tell where I am" was his request.  I guess attending State Chess Individual Tournament isn't cool enough...

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A Rabbit Trail: From TV to Trim

By Leslie Parks - Thursday, February 04, 2016
When John and I bought our first house 20 plus years ago we purchased this simple little 1950 square box of a house and I loved it. It had everything: hard wood floors through out the main floor, cove ceilings, and character. So much character that there wasn't a square wall to boot.  Then we sold that house and moved to our current...

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