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Blogging, Middle-age, and Dessert of the Week- Chocolate Chip Pound Cake

Let The Older Women Teach The Younger Titus 2:4 One of my favorite things about blogging is reconnecting with people. Two, Ashley and Felecia, whom I heard from over the week-end, I’ve known since I was their age, and they were mere children. I was excited to "catch-up on them" through their blogs! A few years back, I began to feel very old as the kids I had taught at church as pre-schoolers began to graduate from high school - and then from college! Two very wise, mature ladies shared a couple of things with me that have caused me to change the way I feel about growing older. Ms. Mabel H., my sweet, former neighbor, told me - as a lady in her seventies, that life didn’t really begin until 40. Her reasoning was, that by 40, your marriage and career are both fairly well established, you’re making some headway on your mortgage and your children are beginning to grow-up a bit and are a little less dependent upon you for their every need. She said she had tried her best to

Brunch Recipes

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13:2 The other day, Larry, Dude, the kids and I took Aunt Jean to Memphis for an appointment. Because the waiting room can sometimes be busy and crowded, Larry took Aunt Jean inside, while the rest of us found a nice, shady parking space and waited in the van. While we waited, the kids read and filled their ears with i-pod music. Dude worked a Sudoku puzzle, and I immersed myself in the new Pontotoc First United Methodist Church cookbook, which Aunt Jean had gifted me with earlier that morning. When my peripheral vision caught sight of a bit of movement, I turned to see a couple passing near the car. Because dozens of patients and medical personnel had been coming and going past us all morning, I turned back to my cookbook thinking these two were simply passing by, as well. A moment or two later, Logan said, “Momma, I think that lady is trying to get your attention.” I turned ag