And so
we read Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse and wonder, for the first time, what it must have been like to survive Oklahoma's Dust Bowl in the 1930's.
Not exact matches
Holiness for me was found in the mess and labour
of giving birth, in birthday parties and community pools, in the battling sweetness
of breastfeeding, in the repetition
of cleaning, in the step
of faith it took to go back to church again, in the hours
of chatting that have to precede the real heart - to - heart talks, in the yelling at my kids sometimes, in the crying in restaurants with broken hearted friends, in the uncomfortable silences at our bible study when we're all weighing whether or not to say what we really think, in the arguments inherent to staying in love with each other, in the unwelcome number on the scale, in the sounding
out of vowels during bedtime book
reading, in the
dust and stink and heat
of a tent city in Port au Prince, in the beauty
of a soccer game in the Haitian
dust, in the listening to someone else's story, in the telling
of my own brokenness, in the repentance, in the secret telling and the secret keeping, in the suffering and the mourning, in the late nights tending sick babies, in confronting fears, in the all
of a life.
The so - called neural
dust, which the team implanted in the muscles and peripheral nerves
of rats, is unique in that ultrasound is used both to power and
read out the measurements.
When, for example, the NEA's Big
Read was The Grapes
of Wrath, our Little
Read was
Out of the
Dust, and when the Big
Read was The Round House by Louise Erdrich, the Little
Read was the same author's Chickadee.
When the
dust finally settled from the Department
of Justice lawsuit against Apple and five
of the then - Big Six publishers for illegally colluding to inflate the price
of ebooks, essentially bilking consumers
out of hundreds
of millions
of dollars in an effort to grab some more market share away from Amazon, the terms... [
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And as an aside, Hugh will probably get a kick
out of the fact that I'm probably his only reader who
read a significant portion
of WOOL, SHIFT, and
DUST on my Kindle while riding Beijing buses.....
God, there are far too many naive investors
out there
reading those boards, and they'll inevitably wake up some day with most / all
of their savings gone up in smoke (or should I say,
dust)...
I was forced to remodel when our frige threw a water party while away for a week (parents 60th anniversary, ain't that cool) so since all the wood flooring, subfloors had to go why not knock
out the kitchen wall and make the porch a part
of the kitchen.Whew what was I thinking but I have appreciated
reading about your adventures and realize at one time or another drywall
dust was mostly likely an annoying part
of your life for a while.