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Wishing You Easy
I wish you a full heart, an easy conscience, and gratefulness. May you be defended from envy and thoughts of lack; may your eyes see the All You Have. May you Love at least
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WE MAY NOT PASS THIS WAY AGAIN
I had ambitions to be on the road earlier, full tank of diesel, full belly of coffee, but one thing after another, here I was, still in Sulphur, running an errand, and there coming
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SOUTHERN FRIENDLY
We were strangers. They were Them and I was Not Them and it took us less than three minutes to like each other. This sort of thing ain’t uncommon in The South. It’s a
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THE TESTIMONY OF DUCT TAPE
I’m seated towards the front of the church, among the elderly of the congregation, seated behind a lady with winter in her hair. When you reach her age you’ve obeyed the rules long enough
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LO, I WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS
Early in my workday I said hello to people who are dying. We joked, we hugged, talked about the mid-20’s weather, felt sorry for the plants, there was a little conference about a four-dollar
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THIS BEING A FRESH JANUARY …
Let me stand, but bend to truth. Let me write my conclusions in pencil, and have no shame in a well worn eraser. Let me see myself true and fit my britches. Having paid
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FOOTLOOSE CHRISTMAS
Thinking back on it, the only thing missing was Kevin Bacon. _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ My father was Big on honesty, which came under some social erosion with all
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WRONG AGAIN, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, WRONG AGAIN
In Albertson’s, in the fruit section, I see what I see; an elderly white man and his black female aide. At first glance it all looks so sad to me. He’s Greatest Generation aged.
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LAST WORDS
I was in conversation recently with someone who had lost her father to cancer. He was a loving family man, southern style, like we raise our boys to be daddies and grandpas, and when
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FAMILY REUNION
We lived on the old home place, our little red house built new in the year of my first year in school, set up under a trio of gorgeous oak trees, a plot of
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