Category Archives: old friends

early 4th

We’ll begin with this pan of cubed pork belly. Taylor tasted some a few weeks back prepared by his brother-in-law Ryan in Austin, TX, and the plan rapidly came together. The radiant mama-to-be-again after church (mass). We got to stay … Continue reading

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sunday day of rest?

Since Mauri’s retirement, Sundays most often are days of rest. But yesterday turned into a non-stopper beginning with a lovely drive to Marion, Oregon, an hour south of home. We have a bad habit of leaving way too early, which … Continue reading

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james

Today is Quinn’s birthday, which brings her Facebook wall to life with well wishes. This is especially affirming for the mother who brought her into the world, though I can’t really take credit for much of what she has become. … Continue reading

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those macDonalds have a farm

These are the fine folks who live close(ish) to the Eugene airport and carsit while we enjoy family in AZ. Pam and Craig have been my friends since the mid 1980s. I keep close tabs on their life through Craig’s … Continue reading

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delivery story

Doctor Dave Miller was the physician on duty when Pete was born. Folklore has it that as he was heading out into the world his┬ádad asked Dr. Miller if it was a boy or a girl. (I’m sure Mauri was … Continue reading

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jaunt to michigan

It illustrates Quinn’s level of care for her mama that she would spend extra mileage points to fly to Grand Rapids through Chicago (rather than Dallas/Ft Worth) so she could meet my connection there and fly the last leg of … Continue reading

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my children owe their lives to this man

That title might sound dramatic, but it is absolutely true. I sat innocently enough at my job as receptionist at the Youth for Christ International headquarters in Wheaton, IL, when Paul Carlson took my picture. He had recently moved back … Continue reading

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