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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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Wet Cement
The blessed emery board of time has rubbed the sharp edges off the memory so at least I don’t go into full blown rigor mortis anymore at the recollection, but still it remains exclusively and completely at the Number One Position forever and always as My Most Embarrassing Moment. I almost can’t write about it.
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The Other End of the Line
My friend Ed from Arkansas is a fisherman. Not just any fisherman. With him it’s a lifestyle. A job. Hard work. And it draws him like a magnet to the lake in all kinds of weather that lesser men would turn their backs to. He’s a striper guide. And yes, I’m going to say it…a
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The Purple Pin
This is an adaptation of a social media post from a couple of years ago that may or may not merit a replay. Today I wore this purple pin to church. Before yesterday I didn’t know it existed. It belonged to a lady whose funeral I attended and her friends decided that a way to
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Sap
My elementary P.E. teacher did not like me. Harsh, right? Could be that little ol’ me deserved a bit of her ire but that’s not what this is about. Teachers have their preferred students and if you don’t think that’s true then bless your heart. One fateful day during class in the gymnasium she finally
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The Birthday of a Queen
Today happens to be the 26th birthday of one of our family pets. No, she’s not still alive. And yes, this is the birthday I just randomly picked for her because she was a pound puppy without a pedigree or birth certificate and the folks at the shelter said, “Oh probably January.” So January 15th
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