History, Real Life and Faith
I was challenged on Facebook recently to list ten unforgetable books–books that have stayed with me over the years for one reason or another. The idea was not to think too hard, just write down the first ten to come to mind. I’ve been reading since the age of four and I have a degree in English Literature, so there were…
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Taking a break from the usual subject matter to describe a graywater gardening project we’ve run during California’s third straight year of drought. I’ve always felt guilty about letting the water run in the shower until its warm enough to suit me. It seems like such a waste to watch the water spin down the drain. For water-saving reasons when…
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I’ve actually spent fifteen years reading Oswald Chambers‘ famous My Utmost for His Highest, but the last two years have been memorably intense. My life is richer for it, in unexpected ways. It started in summer, 2012 when we purchased a copy of David McCasland’s biography Oswald Chambers: Abandoned to God. My husband and I read the book avidly and…
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I’ve been tempted to wallow in self-pity today on several different levels. But I’m choosing not to do it. There are a couple reasons I’m rejecting the draw of feeling sorry for myself, not the least being words that ring in my ears from that great teacher Oswald Chambers: “I must learn that the purpose of my life belongs…
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I’ve just set aside everything to read a new book about the Romanov family. It’s only about the thirtieth book on the Romanovs to capture my imagination over the years. Nearly 100 years after the regicide of Tsar Nicholas II, his Tsaritsa Alexandra and five children Olga, Tatiana, Marie, Anastasia and Alexei, still attract writers and readers. A friendly chat…
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I returned to UCLA’s University Research Library recently to finish my research on A Poppy in Remembrance. (Back in the dark ages when I was a student, we called it the URL; it’s now the Young University Research Library YURL after former chancellor Charles Young). The years have disappeared in an alarming way, but as I stood on the steps and…
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