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Where the Oak and White Pine Grow
I remember being 9 years old,having heard stories about Camp Roger from my older sister and brother and even my dad,running after the service to the information shelves…
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Brutiful.
I had never heard that term before. Then, on Sunday, I heard it twice in one day. Let me give you the context. Last week Thursday, I went…
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Connections.
Doug and I were enjoying the complimentary happy hour at a historic hotel in South Haven. We had checked in earlier and learned they offered guests complimentary charcuterie…
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An Elegy for my Childhood Home.
Today I peeked, two doors down from you, at my neighbor’s house, which was demolished in 24 hours this week. I tromped through the snow from you, through…
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Illuminations.
I went into the dark woods Tuesday night. I have hiked these paths of Camp Roger’s woods for all or part of 37 summers and a fair amount…
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Being Stripped.
It feels like forever that I’ve been working on the original wood trim in my daughter’s 1913 fixer-upper she bought. In reality, it’s only been a year and…
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