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Tonight we ate dinner at 2 Chefs Gullah Geechee restaurant in Savannah. Morolayo Akinrinnola and OriBemi Adetutu are the chef owners (and are married to each other), and they were the ones in the kitchen cooking all the goodness that graced our plates. Mine included fried chicken, collard greens, macaroni
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We decided to walk to breakfast this morning instead of eating at the hotel. When we walked outside and it was raining lightly, we were undaunted. The place we were going was about a mile and a half down MLK Blvd. in a direction we had not gone before, so
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I spent the better part of today walking with nowhere to go. It was a gift.I looked at houses, talked to dogs (and some people), found a bookstore, stopped for coffee, got lost without having to worry about it, read a bunch of historical markers, and saw a bunch
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Today Ginger and I walked all over downtown Savannah and its nearby surroundings. And I mean all over--as of this writing, I have 17,019 steps. I also ate well and had some great conversations. We walked first to Forsyth Park, which is six blocks long and two blocks wide
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We could not have asked for a more beautiful day in Savannah. The high temperature was in the upper seventies, there was a consistent breeze, and very little humidity. We walked from our hotel down to Bay Street, one block up and parallel to River Street, to find a place
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We flew to Savannah today. This coming weekend is the annual Civil Rights History Trip that Ginger leads with a group from our church. In past years we have gone to Birmingham, Selma, and Montgomery; Richmond; Durham and Greensboro; Memphis; last year to Hartford and Boston; and this year to
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spokane a family is eating outside Spokane the daughter is still in her soccer uniform the mother chats as she passes the potatoes the father is tired and trying to engage the dog is waiting for someone to share they will finish their dinner their conversations their homework they will
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I grew up hearing about Nicodemus coming to see Jesus at night, but we didn't say much about him other than Jesus told him he had to be "born again," which made him a hashtag ahead of his time. As I thought about him this week,
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you have nothing to say forget what the flowers told you or the smile from the little one in front of you at the coffee shop how can you give voice to the joy of a schnauzer or speak to the grief that rises with the sun day after day
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On Thursday morning I walk across the Green to meet my friend Peter for coffee at Cilantro, the one coffee shop that opens at 7. I follow the sidewalk down the center and then take the spoke that gets me to the crosswalk and then to coffee and friendship. Peter
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I spent about an hour this afternoon talking to a couple who have been church members for a long time. For health reasons, they have not been able to attend church, but watch on our YouTube feed. They are both in their eighties and have been married over sixty years.
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unending pie “good thing love is an unending pie” were the closing words from a friend after seeing pictures of our new pup Loretta running through the snow grief has swirled through the season like an unending blizzard squalls of sorrow drifts of absence melt into tears that pool and