Tag Archives: Karen Estes Lowry

Birthing a New Baby

  I feel like I’ve been in this exact same place before. It’s a place where I’m waiting for something important to happen. Everyone seems to be looking at me as if I’m the one who is supposed to make … Continue reading

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Happy Veterans Day

Tomorrow is Veterans Day and I’m sorry to admit that until a few years ago, I hardly ever noticed Veterans Day on the calendar. When you work for companies that don’t recognize the day as a holiday it’s too easy … Continue reading

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One Really Good 9/11 Memory

One Really Good 9/11 Memory Despite the unspeakable horrors of one of the worst days in American history, I cling to one precious, precious memory of the impact of those attacks. Maybe it was the day after or maybe it … Continue reading

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A Fuzzy Gray Photo and the Fourth of July

            I recently rediscovered a fuzzy gray photograph that has been in a well-worn old family album for as long as I can remember. The brown album cover is broken and the old black and white pictures are no longer … Continue reading

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Pound Cake Packing Preacher

In 2009, Oxmoor House Publishers came out with a book called Southern Living Comfort Food. The back cover of the book carried the following quote from Susan Dosier, a former executive editor at Southern Living: “Maybe a pound cake needs … Continue reading

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Big Dimples

Back when I was young and single I stopped for lunch at a restaurant near my office for lunch one day. I was eating alone but couldn’t help but notice a young family at a nearby table. An adorable little … Continue reading

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The Mouse that Came Forward

At the close of his Sunday evening sermon, my pastor dad stepped down from the raised platform at the front of the small country church to stand in front of the pulpit. As is the tradition in many churches, he … Continue reading

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