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IF FUNERALS ARE A THOUSAND SERMONS FOR A THOUSAND EARS
Local boy, so no surprise he turned out to be a good man, a family man, and a State Trooper… I’d never met him, never heard his name, until the 23rd of August, when
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FOR UNTO US ANOTHER OF US IS BORN
A picture came my way, from a friend proud of her latest grandchild, and there he was, recently arrived, skin so new it had yet to make the acquaintance of the sun. My first
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WHERE IS UNCLE WALTER?
Who speaks the truth out there? Where do I go for facts? Who are these people dressing up like reporters and authorities, and these sites that pose as news sources? Who should I trust?
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UNCLE P’S
So Many Squeaky Wheels… And Not Enough Grease To Go Around… 1960’s, Dad and I in his pickup, first air-conditioned truck he’d owned, hand crank windows, AM radio, single cab, one big bench seat,
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UNCLE P’S
LEAVING CORRECTLY BB King grew up sharecropper poor in the Mississippi delta. His daddy left the family when he was young, then his mother died young, so he ends up with his grandmother, but
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UNCLE P’S
The First Fathers Day Without The Father… It’s the 70’s. We’ve just moved from the little red house in the country to a big white house in town. Dad is in prime of life.
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AIN’T IN THE BIBLE BUT SHOULD BE
I was just a kid when I first saw the lines, “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom
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ON THIS DAY WHEN MOTHERS ARE WASHED WHITER THAN SNOW
I’ve been loveless on Valentine’s Day, skipped church on Easter Sunday, been unthankful on Thanksgiving, felt like a bad gift at Christmas but the hardest of the Big Days was always Mother’s Day. Before
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TOO CLOSE TO GETTING GOT
Late Friday afternoon, store still open, but no customers, I hear gulls and rush to get a slice of bread. There I am in the parking lot, wadding up little balls of bread and
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MY MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY
You only get a few do-overs in life. I was underwhelming in high school and welcomed the fresh slate of off-to-college, where you can make new friends who don’t know about all-that-used-to-be stuff. I
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