Category Archives: Journal

LIGHT – Bruce Munro at Cheekwood

Last night, my family and I visited the LIGHT display by Bruce Munro at Cheekwood in Nashville.  Cheekwood Botanical Garden & Museum of Art is a 55 acre estate built by the Maxwell House Coffee fortune. It is a beautiful property, and they regularly have special events and art exhibits. I have never regretted the...

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Shiny Happy People

These folks are friends of mine. We go to church together. Sometimes when you make friends at church, you only see their shiny side. I get tired of the shiny plastic masks people wear. I want friends who will admit that life is not perfect, and that we need each other for encouragement. That is...

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Queen Victoria

She’s only 3 years old, but little Victoria greatly impresses me. Her parents went to college with me and my husband, and Victoria is so much like her mother. She is beautiful like a perfect porcelain doll, but she is very smart and strong and free spirited. Of course she loves the horses. She has...

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Mary Ann is 90!

Our family is very fortunate. Both of my mother’s parents are still going strong at 91 and 90. What is their secret? Is it sheer stubborn will to never stop? While that could account for a portion of their longevity, I know Mary Ann and Anthony to be smart, resourceful, hard-working, constantly loving their neighbor,...

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Finally! Photos Of Their Own

My aunt and uncle have not had professional pictures made of themselves since they were married. WHAT? I could not believe it when they told me. Along with my mother, these two used to be the ones taking all the family pictures. I guess it’s true that the photographers rarely get pictures of themselves. I remember...

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