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Stitches

By Lynne, on July 22nd, 2015%

A stitch in time…well, a stitch in time takes time. And it keeps you from other things like writing a pretty regular weekly post that’s been a fairly consistent routine for the last five years. Oh, and there were the three graduations and a wedding, trips to NY and CA, lots of . . . → Read More: Stitches

Scrapped

By Lynne, on May 6th, 2015%

My parents came of age during the Depression, an event that had great influence on what was saved and stored away for some rainy day need-it-now occasion rather than scrapped. My brother and I fussed and fumed and laughed our way through cleaning out their home after our mother passed away. A . . . → Read More: Scrapped

Reveal

By Lynne, on April 29th, 2015%

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Improv

By Lynne, on April 1st, 2015%

Some weeks you just have to improvise. Too many balls in the air. Mostly fun, but a sad one as well. We’ve lost a beloved friend from church who hosted our weekly Bible study at her home. Valerie never met a stranger; she was so graciously welcoming when I first met her . . . → Read More: Improv

New

By Lynne, on March 11th, 2015%

There’s always something new up my sleeve. Combined with being a crafty (as in sly) grandma type, I had a very creatively fulfilling time this week. I also had the privilege of helping our pastor’s eight year old twin daughters and his ten year son learn how to sew. Their first project? . . . → Read More: New

Discovery

By Lynne, on March 4th, 2015%

Ladies and gentlemen, I have just discovered that after two whole weeks of activities and appointments cancelled because of snow and ice, a day-long evacuation of our home because of area wide power outages, the ornamental pear trees in the front yard are shaking their limbed fists in the face of . . . → Read More: Discovery

New

By Lynne, on December 31st, 2014%

We’re nearly six months into a new life here in North Carolina. Some days it feels like we just got here, but some days now we feel like we’ve been here forever. The hard work of imprinting a new routine that I fretted about a few months ago seems mostly a distant . . . → Read More: New

Time

By Lynne, on December 10th, 2014%

Time, especially this time of year, has a paradoxical quality to it. There’s never enough of it as we busily shop, bake and decorate for Christmas. There’s way too much time as we anxiously anticipate with mixed expectations the gifts, other surprises, and even disappointments, of the season.

As a . . . → Read More: Time

Clothing

By Lynne, on November 19th, 2014%

Admittedly, I’ve thinned the herd of clothing that used to be in my closet. But still, there are those cherished garments that I may have worn once yet will never wear again that reside sleeve and collar next to my current go-to wardrobe. Enclosed in plastic garment bags are my maternal grandmother’s . . . → Read More: Clothing

Joy

By Lynne, on June 4th, 2014%

It’s been an usual spring at the Lighthouse in terms of the weekly therapeutic art projects. Some weeks there was no discreet end product. We’d simply spent the morning painting and texturing old calendar pages, or creating complex papers with randomly pasted bits of colored paper on a tracing paper foundation, or . . . → Read More: Joy