April 18, 2013
Tags:
Tudor Hall, Park Tudor School, reunion, friendship, LeAnne Hardy
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The crown is from our school crest, and
table decorations a throw back to our junior prom.
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There is something about friends who have known you for a long time. They aren’t impressed. You can’t pretend. You can’t hide behind a practiced adult persona. They know. They have seen you in your social awkwardness. They witnessed your adolescent tactlessness and clumsy sins. You can't hide and there is something very freeing about that.
We are older now--women who have
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February 8, 2011
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LeAnne Hardy, Guimaraes, friendship
A long ago Halloween party in Maputo
One of the things I most love about the family of God is friendships that last over decades and generations. More than twenty-five years ago the Guimaraes family showed up at the door of the house we had borrowed for two months in Maputo while we looked for a permanent place to live (a challenging enterprise in a communist
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June 20, 2010
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Wales, Pen y Fan, Corn Du, Brecon Beacons, hiking, birds, friendship
My English friend Liz used to live in a little trailer in the hills of Swaziland and teach at the local African school. She knew all the local birds (or so it seemed to me.) She had an impish grin and was always game to see what was around the next corner or over the next hill. That was twenty-five years ago when we lived in Maputo, Mozambique, and had to go to Swaziland every two or three months just to buy groceries. Walks in the hills with Liz and others saved my sanity in those difficult days.
Over the years
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