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    what’s the point?

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 21, 2006

    I’m hanging out at the house today because I have a cold and I feel terrible. I have a couple of committee meetings to go to at church tonight, so I’m saving my strength. Our church is a part of something called The Timothy Project, a visioning emphasis of the Mass. Conference of the UCC…

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    soar, run, walk

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 20, 2006

    First, once again, I want to pass along the places where passion lives: IMOM.org, which helps pay veterinary bills for folks who can’t and its community bulletin board. Thanks again to all who continue to share what matters most to you. Yesterday afternoon we took my in-laws and friends into Boston. We ended up at…

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    our little tub o’ love

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 17, 2006

    Lola is our oldest schnauzer. She’s five. We got her from a breeder/groomer in New Hampshire who raised show dogs. Lola’s parents were champions; Lola was going to be one, too, except she never got tall enough. She is beautiful and, as they say, she’s a short standing schnauzer. (She’s also quite round. Our groomer…

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    family matters

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 16, 2006

    First thing: here are a few of sites passed along to me that I pass along to you. I will eventually add them in the left hand column as permanent links as well. Public Health InternationalPublic Action to Deliver Shelter (PADS)Marshfield Food PantryInterfaith Hospitality NetworkCommunity Homeless Alliance Ministries (CHAM)“Rainstoppers”: First Christian Church of San Jose…

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    something to believe in

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 15, 2006

    “Commit to something you believe in,” was the title of one of the twenty-two email messages that greeted me when I signed on this morning. I considered it a bit of a sign, or at least a nudge. I opened the letter from Sojourners Magazine (I’m on their sojomail list) to find they were asking…

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    baby pygmy goat day

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 14, 2006

    My friend Patty drives from Higgins Lake to Ann Arbor, Michigan regularly. She calls when she’s on the road. Just south of St. John’s, the highway flattens out into farm country, which is usually when my phone rings because I think the landscape gets boring, or at least hypnotizing. One day last year she called…

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    every last one

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 13, 2006

    I got home from the restaurant about 10:30 Saturday night, put on my pajamas and Ginger and I hunkered down for the storm. It’s now Monday morning and neither of us have left the house or changed out of our pajamas. Both our congregations cancelled services. We watched a couple of movies – Millions (highly…

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    ready for the storm

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 10, 2006

    We’ve not had our usual winter here in New England: very little cold or snow. Seems that’s about to change. A Nor’easter is blowing in tomorrow. By Sunday afternoon we could have about a foot and a half of snow on the ground and I will be out shoveling the driveway. Though the mild days…

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    us vs. us

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 9, 2006

    A couple of weeks ago, my brother left a message on my cell phone: “I just finished a book you have to read. You’ll love it. It’s called Blue Like Jazz.” Since recommending reading is not one of his usual things, I went and bought the book. He’s right. It’s good. I’m reading it slowly…

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  • we are what we eat

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 8, 2006

    It’s hard to write when you feel stupid. I’ve run up against something I didn’t know about that should have been on my radar. I’m deeply disturbed, convicted, and dumb. It’s also hard to write when you have too strong an agenda. I’m pissed. I want to preach, to rant, to tell everyone what they…

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