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About lettersfromheartscontent

I'm a writer working on YA fiction. I am also a mother of six, grandmother, wife to a forester, former homeschool teacher and tutor with Classical Conversations. Now retired from teaching Music at a small Christian school. In retirement I am writing, care-giving, decluttering, and calling village dances in order to give groups of strangers the joy of accomplishing something good together.

The Spice of Life

This morning I made my last batch of gluten free zucchini bread. And as I gathered my powders, both white and brown, bitter and aromatic, I found this at the back of my shelf: Do you know what this is? … Continue reading

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Breaking My Math Fast

A couple of days without math and I am feeling itchy and unfulfilled. I am working through the last half of Saxon’s Algebra II in order to start Advanced Math after Thanksgiving. The boys and I work silently at the … Continue reading

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A Little Excitement Today

You have to understand my son likes to sit in the backseat of the minivan and prefers to ride the 50 minutes to Classical Conversations in silence. Sometimes Abraham reads for class; sometimes in the rear view mirror I see … Continue reading

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You’ve Got Personality

The other day my 25 year old son told us about the personality tests he had taken at work. Management at his company hired someone to administer the full Meyers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) assessment to the staff, and then followed … Continue reading

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#TBT Organic

“I want to be a part of something bigger than myself.” I hear this more and more lately, an expression of our natural desire to know meaning and purpose in our lives.  Granted, some people seem to be satisfied to … Continue reading

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Night Out with the Girls

I don’t think we had even ordered our entrees before I shot the question, “What is Art?” We call ourselves the Three Graces, and each is an artist: one is a novelist, one is a professional equine artist, and I … Continue reading

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Robbo’s Fresh Garlic Pickles Recipe

In cucumber season, whenever we go to a party, Robbo brings a gallon jar of his garlic pickles.  They are crisp, just salty and vinegary enough, and zippy with garlic. Everyone likes them, even people who say they don’t like … Continue reading

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Facebook, I am breaking up with you.

In my senior year of high school, during our study of Walden, I spent a week without any TV as part of a project. I realized then how much I craved it; one desperate night I sat around the corner … Continue reading

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What I Did for My Summer Vacation

Well, my friends, it has been a long time. The constant tug I feel for spinning thoughts into poetry (of one kind or another) sometimes performs work of a different kind. This summer it generated letters with actual stamps, an … Continue reading

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The Branding of a Disciple

Today the pastor read the 20th chapter of John. When the narrator spoke of “the one Jesus loved” I suddenly read this differently than I have all this time. I always took this to be John modestly–and not so modestly–referring … Continue reading

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