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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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THE EXPIRATION DATE OF PRAYERS
I was in my uncomfortable teens and my grandfather was in his uncomfortable seventies. I needed somebody to confirm that I wasn’t as small as I felt and I guess he needed me too,
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THE CHRISTMAS OF SPRING
I’ve never understood why Jesus came before mankind had figured out morning coffee and comfortable footwear but having Easter in spring makes perfect sense. _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ Spring
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NOT PUNCHING THE GAS THROUGH THE YELLOW LIGHT
I feel eyes upon me. Some percent of you have been following these stories from way back, and others joined recently, and almost all of you who will read this story have followed the
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GOING THROUGH THE STUFF
My father’s grandfather, J.P., did well for himself, by rural 1930’s standards. Starting with nothing he became a landowner, was the first in the community to own a vehicle, to have a phone, to
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I GUESS THIS MAKES IT OFFICIAL
A beautiful Sunday in January, I had no plan, but knew it was not a day to waste inside. I began driving, and there was only one direction. _____ _____ _____
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A MATTERING LIFE
Early on I wanted to matter. As a kid I saw adults living dud lives and swore Not Me. And then…look how I’ve lived so much of it… I gave such
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AMENDMENTS TO THE BEATITUDES
Blessed are the optimistic; there are too many glasses in life to see them all half empty. Blessed is the appreciative heart, for it is the square one of right thinking. Blessed
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Sometimes The Present, Sometimes The Wrapping
…and now we reach December… After my grandfather died my little gray-haired grandmother started simplifying Christmas, just started giving money to each of the grandkids. It made sense. What you say today applied back
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