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Tales from a Vicar: February 2013
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Thursday, February 14, 2013. I listened to a wonderful interview on NPR this morning. The inventor of the Six-Word Memoirs. He waited forty-seven years for me. Raised by crazies. Keeping up tradition. Finally happily married, gone too soon. Girlfriend's Pregnant" husband said to wife. Born under fascism. Thrived in democracy. Each student equals one gray hair.
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Tales from a Vicar: Charleston
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Friday, March 22, 2013. Meet the newest addition of our family. Charleston (sometimes called Charlie). He kills me with his cuteness. When we first got him he could easily fit into the palm of one hand. Now we cup two hands and he nestles snugly. I think I'm going to be an artist today. This luxury is free, so here's to it. March 22, 2013 at 12:25 PM. Musings by...
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Tales from a Vicar: Happy One Month!
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Tuesday, December 4, 2012. I was in a staff meeting today and "poof" I remembered that it is my one-month anniversary! 30 days of marital bliss. Hooray for love-sweet-love! I frowned, "No. But he makes us cappuccinos every morning.". Two other women popped out of their offices with eyebrows raised. "Clark makes you a cappuccino every morning? I have an idea: You...
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Tales from a Vicar: Happy Valentine's Day!
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Thursday, February 14, 2013. I listened to a wonderful interview on NPR this morning. The inventor of the Six-Word Memoirs. He waited forty-seven years for me. Raised by crazies. Keeping up tradition. Finally happily married, gone too soon. Girlfriend's Pregnant" husband said to wife. Born under fascism. Thrived in democracy. Each student equals one gray hair.
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Tales from a Vicar: April 2012
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Friday, April 6, 2012. A bizarre claim to fame. The guy then asked Clark, “Which side are you for? 8221; He replied with a laugh, “I’m all for the war being over.”. That being said, this is a FOOD town. I love it. Fantastic restaurants (one-word names are all the rage)—Fig, Husk, Sette, Magnolia’s, Fish, Mercato, Sienna, Tristan, etc. And...Musings by Candleligh...
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Tales from a Vicar: December 2012
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Tuesday, December 4, 2012. I was in a staff meeting today and "poof" I remembered that it is my one-month anniversary! 30 days of marital bliss. Hooray for love-sweet-love! I frowned, "No. But he makes us cappuccinos every morning.". Two other women popped out of their offices with eyebrows raised. "Clark makes you a cappuccino every morning?
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Tales from a Vicar: March 2013
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Friday, March 22, 2013. Meet the newest addition of our family. Charleston (sometimes called Charlie). He kills me with his cuteness. When we first got him he could easily fit into the palm of one hand. Now we cup two hands and he nestles snugly. I think I'm going to be an artist today. This luxury is free, so here's to it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Tales from a Vicar: Home Sick
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Tuesday, February 12, 2013. It is a rainy Tuesday here in Charleston and I am home today - a surprise sick day. After 3 naps and an extensive perusal of Facebook, I am now out of ideas. Cabin fever is upon me. Read a book, you say? No thanks, I retort indignantly. This is the 21st century. People living in the 21st century don't READ books anymore. Musings by Ca...
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Tales from a Vicar: March 2014
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Friday, March 14, 2014. Clark is off listening to some blue-grass music and I am luxuriating at home. Today was sunny and beautiful- not a cloud in the sky. The Low Country is finally thawing after a bizarrely cold and icy winter. This morning we visited "our park" (we refer to two parks as "our parks"- Charlestowne Landing. I am glad Clark and I live downtown&#...
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Tales from a Vicar: July 2012
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Tales from a Vicar. The adventures of a 30-something pastor (by way of Zambia- by way of Manhattan- by way of Philadelphia - now in Charleston). Saturday, July 14, 2012. When I told my Swedish friend, Micke, that I was getting hitched he said, "Congratulations! I was bewildered and said, "No, I'm getting married.". Micke was bemused. He thought "getting hitched" meant that something was hitching itself to me, like a wee baby (not a spouse). Wouldn't want that rumor flying around, eh? WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE.
