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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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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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Glitch
Recently a bug bit my Facebook and I’ve been unable to view my “Memories” for a few weeks. Usually able to figure out these types of small annoyances, I began the normal protocol of checking my settings, sending a help message to the FB fix-it desk, deleting and re-installing the app, asking my adult children,
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Under the Dining Room
Fifteen year old girls are not known for their willingness to accept change. I know this because I’ve been one and I’ve mothered a few. It’s a crummy age to ask certain things of this particular section of the population but life happens within families and sometimes happens in a big way. Occasionally 15-year old
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And They Were Sore Afraid
The following is a discussion of a topic suggested by a reader. In no way do I consider myself an expert in this arena nor am I a counselor. These words come only from experience and from what I know of God. Fear gets me right in the gut. The actual gut. The where’s-the-nearest-bathroom gut.
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Shifting Gears
Don’t laugh. I’d never be able to save your life by driving you to the hospital if all you had available for us was a manual transmission car because I can’t drive a stick. So if you’re feeling on the verge of a major health crisis and have me on your guest list for a
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A Quiet Table
It’s funny how this sneaked up on me. The month of November marks 25 years since Bob entered full-time associate ministry and our merry little band of family dragged into Poulsbo, Washington in a pounding evening rainstorm in two 26-ft. U-Haul trucks, Bob driving one with two kids, his brother Karl driving the other with
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