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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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Googly-eyed Spiders
For years I made the same spiders out of Styrofoam balls cut in half and painted black. I faithfully jammed eight pipe cleaners (chenille wires if you’re writing Sunday School curriculum and shouldn’t encourage “pipe” anything) into their little bodies and glued on two googly eyes. Many many many times over, year in and year
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Falling From Horses
My husband has heard me say many times that when I close my eyes in death I hope to wake up on the back of a horse. Now if I’m 90 when I die I also hope that something will have been done about my crummy decrepit 90-year old body so I can at least
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Diesel Brakes
For a couple different reasons I’m going to have to drop you right down into the middle of this scene without giving you the background. You can get the prequel later. In 1978 when I was a teenager, we were living on the first floor of an old 5-story hotel building that had been converted
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Chickahominy Reservoir
At the top of a mental list I keep about places I need to visit is Chickahominy Reservoir in Eastern Oregon. If you know the place, please don’t pop my bubble about the thrill factor. The name alone brings it sufficient glory. I’ve driven by that sign too many times to count and I’m either
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