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The View From Grannys Porch Writing the memories, the joy, the journey, one blog at a time

Writing the memories, the joy, the journey, one blog at a time by Letters, Lectures, Laughs, with Love from Mama.

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Friday, January 15, 2010. 3 Boys home for Christmas. 2 Girls willing to come home too. 1 Wife who has been with me for 30 years. 3 Persons in the Godhead all working toward having us home. 2 Revelations of His will, the Word and Nature. 1 Blessed Hope of eternity in His presence with no darkness at all. The View from Great Island. Friday, November 20, 2009. Lyn in a gorge north of Lake Issykol in Kyrgyzstan. Another hike along a river north of Lake Issykol.

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Perhaps not so primal is the wonderful honey buttermilk brine that infuses every bite. I adapted my recipe from The Midnight Baker. She does some serious comfort food on her blog, hop on over and take a look.

The View from Guppy Lake

Monday, January 26, 2015. Never Take Color for Granted. Chris is seeing blue and yellow in art for the first time. It would be difficult to overstate how much my life has changed since, about 4 months ago, I took a big step away from color blindness. I hope I never do it again.

The View from Hell

Should we make new people? Should we force people to remain alive? Saturday, February 21, 2015. I went on a podcast! If you would like to hear me talking about suicide, drugs, control over consciousness, and far-future scenarios then listen to Review the Future.

The View from Hemingways Attic

Tuesday, April 21, 2015. When I was up in the Boundary Waters on the old logging roads on a motorcycle following the grey sandy roads through fallen trees and second growth forests I had the feeling that I was on the edge of the last frontier. A story of two half.