Susan Harrison Wolffis

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“More grows in the garden than was sown there.” — English proverb I was in the garden the day the nurses called to say they were...
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We were talking spring, my pastor and I. After sticking to our meeting’s agenda until the last item was crossed off the things-to-talk-about list, we...
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The other night, a friend showed up at my front door with supper in tow: a little meat loaf, potatoes, the best seven-layer salad...
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When I was 40, I bought myself a diamond ring. It was beautiful, five diamonds, very expensive. I didn’t have a lot of extra money...
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So I come to this new year without formal resolutions. No bucket lists. No goals to be scratched off to-do lists at the end...
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EDITOR’S NOTE: A dear friend who lives in Arizona and faithfully reads the magazine, told me she is sharing Susan’s columns. Under the auspices...
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It was a November much like this, winds shifting, seasons changing, 19 long years ago. As always, I was on the hunt for a Thanksgiving...
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Come November 8, you can bet I’ll be in the nearest voting booth, casting my ballot for the next president of the United States. Truth...
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If you saw my office at home right now, you’d think disaster had struck. Books are scattered all over the floor. Lamps sit in...
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I haven’t been in the garden much this summer. Window boxes got in later than usual. Patio furniture didn’t make it out until the week...
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I don’t exactly remember when I got my first gray hair – my 20s, probably – young enough that it was still a novelty. Complete...
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“May you never find yourselves back to back Without love pulling you around into each other’s arms.” — “Life Prayers,” James Bertolino First, I kiss...