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Lashley Lane, or parts of it, has been a pen name of mine over the years. I treasured my life on that little street. I was safe and cherished and nurtured, imprinted with good memories. We are way Beyond that now but the influence of those early years is embedded deeply.
I’ll be remembering real life and musing about this and that from the past, present, and future. I remain fiercely loyal to the ideal of family and friends being redeemable just as you and I are redeemable, so you’ll just have to trust me with occasional details as I honor privacy. Above all, please realize my Christian point of view. I only hope it will be obvious.
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LATEST POSTS
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A Small Circle of Giants
Long ago with four little children around my feet when days just happened the way they happened and crowds of people at school, work, church and neighborhood moved in and out of my routines, friendships formed organically, as though an enormous sifter was releasing the bits that didn’t fit and hanging onto those that did.
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The Real Santa Claus
At the height of a Colorado mountain snowstorm, the real Santa Claus blew in through the rustic front door of the main lodge at the YMCA camp in Estes Park on Christmas Eve 1969. It took two bulky men leaning against the door to get it closed from the inside as they fought the wind
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Quietness AND Confidence
Days ago I wrote words to you that were cute and clever in an attempt to bring you around to a sense of calm in the storm. Somehow it did not set well with the stream of sadness flowing through my spirit. So I trashed it. And then trashed the trash so it was truly
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Five Pairs of Pants and One Shirt
“Life is complicated and not for the timid. It’s an experience that when it’s done, it will take us a while to get over it.” Garrison Keillor from Leaving Home When circumstances are happening fast, situations unfolding in real time, and decisions are being made without the full engagement of sufficient brain power, sometimes you
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Both Hands
The clock does not stop during these days leading up to Easter. We still must answer to responsibilities every day . . . go to work, feed the children, take out the trash, show up at appointments, interact with peers, bosses, spouses, neighbors, grocery cashiers, students, teachers, and attend to a lot of generalized whatnot
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