pantry emails
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When I was a little girl I loved to wear an apron. I remember the feeling of tying an old apron around my waist. The ties were so long they wrapped back around in front and tied in a bow. I would ask my mom if I could clean. Of course she whole-heartedly agreed to that proposition. I would load… Read more
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About seven years ago I lived in a small 2 bedroom house on a busy street named Somerville. It was a little tan house with dark brown trim. There was nothing fancy about the place. It didn’t have a garage, or a second bathroom, or a fireplace, but it had a quaint porch. It was an extension of… Read more
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A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never… Read more
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One year ago today I posted my first blog ever. And then I put it away. And then I drug it back out. And then I put it away. And then I drug it back out. The month of October has been my busiest blogging month and I have a renewed commitment to continue blogging. I didn’t know what I was doing… Read more
Angel Wheeler 