I saw a writing competition to write a poem about what “home” means to you. While I’m no good at writing poetry, it does have me thinking about what home means to me. My thoughts are below for the moment… For 29 years of my life, home was a destination. A specific location. The placed I longed for when the seas were rough, and the days were tough. It wasn’t anything special. A log cabin in the middle of nowhere East Tennessee. It was where I grew up. It was where I learned to walk. It was where
I don't think anyone ever told me the telestial kingdom specifically, but I do remember growing up with the belief that anyone who died by suicide wouldn't make it to the celestial kingdom.
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To date, the best historic home tour that I've ever taken (and I've taken a lot!) was a ramble (that's what they call them) I took with The Georgia Trust for Historic Preservation to Newnan, Georgia. I've never seen so many beautiful old homes in a single day as we did on that trip. I'm used to historic home tours where there's one or two knock-your-socks-off homes on the tour, along with 3 or 4 other interesting homes, but this was the first tour I've ever taken where ever home on the tour was just unbelievable. These were the kind
Envigado, Colombia is a great little town on the edge of Medellin that offers up an amazing place to stay, live, and enjoy life. Here's your ultimate guide.
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Polycultures (or “guilds” as we sometimes call them) are an essential element of agroforestry and permaculture design. Here I’ll define them this way: • Plantings containing at least two plant species
Driving up and down I 75 the sign for the home of President Carter always says "visit mel" So, we did. My wife and I took highway 27 and visited perhaps the sleepiest little town in the United States, Plains, Georgia.
These are a variation of my campuses official Discipline Documentation Forms, just condensed, user-friendly, and easier to understand. They're technically the same thing. So, on yellow paper, I print the warning. The message conveyed here is "I've already warned you to stop doing what you're doing...
These little cookies — described by one friend as tasting like a cookie within a cookie — are really a mixture between a meringue and a cookie. Hence they've become known at home, where they're immensely popular, as Merookies, and are ideal with a cup of coffee after dinner. They are called "forgotten" as, just like the Forgotten Pudding, they are not baked, but put in a hot oven, which you immediately turn off, leaving the cookies to bake in the fading residual heat overnight. I find it all too easy actually to forget them, and always put a post-it sticker on the oven to remind me they're in there, so I don't burn them to a cinder by preheating the oven to cook something else in it the next day. For US cup measures, use the toggle at the top of the ingredients list.
Things to know for the new Yogi, all the things I’ve learned doing Yoga at home.
