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Forgiveness
I write as an amateur on the subject. I have wronged, I have been wronged, but who hasn’t? At present I am neutral, knowing of nobody I owe, nor anyone who owes me.
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A Birthday Gift Of Perspective
I went to the cemetery on my birthday. (As first sentences go…) It was a red cheek day in January, full sunny, a north breeze slowed by trees, speeding up once it got into
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The Foundation Of A Slow, Hard Start
I was the child of That man and That woman, in the great random of When and Where, raised up in Those years, under Those circumstances, and taught a Particular way of looking at
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Fruit Of The Valley
SHS Class of ’83, full of quality kids, my sister had hopes of giving the commencement speech. She came hope dejected, told our father that they’d “only” given her the benediction… Hear her father
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Do I Believe In My Book?
I have a marketing degree. Turns out I hate selling…things I don’t believe in. Armed with my college sheepskin, I ventured off to Dallas to enter the Land of Adults. I got a job
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The Making Of A Book
Years ago, a nephew’s high school graduation, I’m up in the nosebleed section of the Civic Center, numbed with boredom. The caps, the gowns, the ritual, the same speeches that I heard, Future of
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Thank Full At Thanksgiving
We Americans, we fors and againsts, we have and have nots, we the so-many-of-us, we spend the whole year as neighbors in America, often with little in common, and then comes November, and our
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Live Oaks And Wounded Souls
Susan Boyd and her husband, Blake, had a life, and it was normal, and then came a symptom. Tests and biopsies and scans – the nervous knot in the stomach – many of
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The Social Immune System Of America
My childhood tragedies, wasp stings, fire ant bites, I’d get more sympathy from my mother. My grandmother – not much. She’d had decades of life, like it used to be, before my dainty baby
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The 1950s
Donald Trump’s campaign slogan was Make America Great Again. Again like when, he was asked. The good ole ‘80’s Reagan years? Nope, Trump was thinking about the ‘50’s. A Trip To The WWII Museum
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