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I’m Holly Varni. I’m thrilled to introduce you to the fictional town and world of Moonberry Lake. Tucked away in the beautiful North Woods of Minnesota, Moonberry Lake reminds you of a simpler time, yet the struggles and drama revealed will feel similar to today. You’ll hopefully find something familiar in the quirky characters that speak to you and makes you smile.

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Fake Food

Fake Food

There have been many changes in my lifetime, some obvious, some subtle, some groundbreaking, and some rather confusing. I think the types of food available today fall into every one of those categories. Not only do we have access to diverse cultural food without ever...

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Enough with the Quietness!

Enough with the Quietness!

Take time to be quiet. That was the main message of the sermon on Sunday. Apparently, the pastor thought the idea needed to introduced as if it was something unusual. “Be quiet,” he kept repeating. “Sit in stillness.” Well, anyone can do that. I do it daily. All it...

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Ghosts Among Us

Ghosts Among Us

I was having dinner with my family when I looked across the table and saw my Aunt Tilly and Grandpa Gus looking back at me. What made this strange is that both people have been gone for a long time. On the other side of Tilly, I could see my father. I wasn’t...

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Neighbor in Pajamas

Neighbor in Pajamas

I had a neighbor who would mow his lawn wearing pajamas. Every Saturday morning he’d be out in his light-blue, long-sleeved pajama set and walking from one side of the yard to the other, making horizontal lines with the mower. It was like clockwork. He wouldn’t do it...

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Room for One More

Room for One More

Well, I’m upset, and there’s nothing to do about it. My church is getting rid of the old, worn-out pews and replacing them with chairs. I realize pews are hard and nothing more than glamorized picnic benches, and that chairs are easy to move and will have some...

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Drama

Drama

I’ve been thinking a lot about the drama I have voluntarily invited into my life. What makes it even more ridiculous is that it’s not even real, which I suppose is worse and makes me appear bonkers. The only redeeming thing I can say about my state of sanity is that...

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Surrendering the Battle

Surrendering the Battle

Well, I’ve given up. I’m throwing in the towel. At my age, one must give up many things, but on this particular day, I’m voluntarily and wholeheartedly giving up the idea of ever having a nice garden and landscape. For my entire adult life, I’ve fiddle-faddled and...

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Gathering Up My Marbles

Gathering Up My Marbles

The mind is a precious thing. The older you become, the more valuable it is deemed. You can be the most forgetful person when you’re young, and people will say that you’re just distracted and have ADD. For those of you not familiar with that acronym, it stands for...

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Gossip

Gossip

My pastor challenged everyone at church to try to go a week without gossiping. Easy enough, I thought. It won’t be a problem for me. Gossip is such a nasty thing, and as the good Book teaches, I hold my tongue and stay far away from it. It’s never been an issue for...

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Egret

Egret

I passed an egret standing in the middle of a field the other day, looking properly out of place. It was quite a sight, considering there is no water source nearby. The little guy had to be lost or perhaps decided to take a detour and go exploring. Either way, every...

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Dandelions

Dandelions

As a child, one of my greatest delights was to stumble upon a field or neglected yard full of dandelions. The bright marigold yellow flowers were a free gift waiting to be plucked by the fistful to bring to my mother, who would put them into a glass jelly jar. I’d rub...

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In the Back of the Fridge

In the Back of the Fridge

Another friend of mine passed away. It shouldn’t come as a surprise when you reach my age, but nevertheless, it somehow always does. There’s sadness, disbelief, and then, to protect our fragile hearts, acceptance, which is accompanied with the consolation that my...

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