Three Memorable Lessons on Hunger

Produce in nearby grocery store

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Three memorable lessons on hunger–two from communism and one from Africa–taught me to never waste food or take it for granted. I’m an American woman raised in and living in abundance. There are two well-stocked grocery stores within a mile of my house, and my pantry is full. What do I know about hunger? I’m learning, one humble moment at a time.

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Happy Mother’s Day to the ‘Other Mothers’ in Our Lives

Katrina Shawver and her friend Nancy in 2011

Katrina and Nancy Zguda, 2011.

Happy Mother’s Day to the ‘other mothers’ in our lives. Many women are like mothers to others regardless of family ties, and I think it’s good to recognize and honor those women on Mother’s Day. I know three modest yet special women who play a big role in children’s lives, though they are not mothers themselves: Jo Ann of Colorado, Pam of Indiana, and Hayley Rose from Arizona.

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Happy New Year 2017! Here’s what I crossed off my list.

Happy New Year! My son is home from the Navy

December 31, 2016. My son Derrick is home from the Navy. I haven’t seen him in two years. Happy New Year indeed.

Happy New Year 2017.  Do you set resolutions, or review past accomplishments? Or both? I gave up on resolutions several years ago. Why? It became depressing and somewhat self-defeating that not a single one lasted all year. I already know rush hour at the gym begins January 1 and fades by Valentine’s Day. The “I’ll work out/do yoga/write every day/be grateful/choose your goal” becomes “OK, three times a week is still good,” to “Well, you know, life just happens.” Still, a year has 365 days to start something new. To cross something, anything, off the bucket list. To add something to the dreams list. Looking back at 2016, here’s what I crossed off. Look out 2017, here I come.

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What Forgotten Stories in Your Life Need Dusting off and Refreshing?

Silver teapot with autumn flowersWhat forgotten stories in your life need dusting off and refreshing? I was rummaging for something in the back of the china cabinet, and there it was staring back at me, black, dull and dusty. As I shuddered to think of what Carson might say if such tarnish accumulated on any silver service at Downton Abbey, I pulled the teapot out for a closer look. I studied the scrolled handles and joints swirled in shades of grey and black and thought of the years it stood on my mother’s buffet as a sign of suburban success. Yes, a revival was in order. I think the result speaks for itself. What do you think?

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