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This is how we create a better world each day
Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson
We sat knitting, glancing up from time to time to gaze at the stark beauty of the Ten Mile Range, in the background Max Richter’s Blue Notebooks played. From time to time there were snippets of conversation, but mostly we enjoyed companionable silence.
The afternoon visit with my friend Pat reminded me of the verses I’d read that morning from Romans 12:9-21, depending on the Bible translation these verses are called Love in Action or Rules of Christian Living. I think of them as a guide hospitality (“the friendly treatment of guests or strangers”) and a good life:
Hate what is evil, cling to what is good. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Practice hospitality. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Feed your enemy.
So much of our lives are spent rushing from one thing to another, the meeting at work, the doctor’s appointment, the child picked up from…
What is Grace?
Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson
On Monday morning Max, one of my two beloved Newfoundland dogs, passed away after a brief but arduous battle with bone cancer. As he died, I held him in my arms and whispered in his ear, “I love you, Max. You are a very good dog.”
In July, Max was diagnosed with bone cancer after a bad limp that wouldn’t heal led us to x-ray his leg. The excellent veterinarians at Frisco Animal Hospital found a large tumor that had destroyed two-thirds of his femur in less than a month. Thanks to Dr. Gaynor of Peak Performance Veterinary Group, which shares office space with Frisco Animal Hospital, Max received an advanced chemotherapy treatment which gave him an additional month.
We spent that time doing his favorite things. He rode up front every time we headed into town. He ate a few steaks and walked along his favorite trails through the woods. But most of all, I got to spend time with Max, telling him how much I loved him.
I adopted Max two years ago, …

Your No Stress, Go Skiing in the Morning, Three-Hour Thanksgiving Dinner

Your No Stress, Go Skiing in the Morning, Three-Hour Thanksgiving Dinner - Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson

This week my Facebook newsfeed brought me a post from New York Times Food: The Eight-Hour Thanksgiving Dinner. The website included classic recipes, glossy, well-produced videos, and the promise that you would even have time to sit down and have lunch during the eight hours of cooking. All of which sounded promising until I did the math.
If I assumed sitting down for dinner at four o’clock and worked backward from there, I’d have to start cooking at eight a.m. and then spend the next eight hours mostly on my feet chopping and stirring and using every pan in the kitchen. Which might be okay, given my TV line up for Thanksgiving mornings: the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, followed by the Purina National Dog Show, which always sends me to the digital archives to watch one of my favorite movies: Best in Show, and then football. Since I know nothing about football this is mostly for back…