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Al and Ruth
Once upon a time, decades ago, there was a church. Not small or large. An in-between church. It was straining within the era in which it existed, seeking to communicate love and Good News as it always had, yet trying to speak it and sing it in a way that was possibly uncomfortable to the…
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Wailing Walls and Tomato Sandwiches
I don’t read a lot of blogs. That’s partly why it surprises me when anybody more than my Aunt Neva reads this one. It’s not that I don’t see their value and quality, or that I think people who write them have a high opinion of themselves. They just make me nervous. Introspective. Almost every…
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Peace, Friends
Unusual days call for an unusual post. Most likely you are reading this from your home. Good. If you find yourself in one of the “hot spots” here in the United States and the news keeps getting worse, more intense, more foreboding, please know that there is at least one person sitting at a desk…
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Disoriented
The last couple of weeks remind me of the day I got into someone else’s car and tried to start it. The ignition was in the wrong place. The seat wasn’t adjusted to the way I always had it set. Someone had changed the color of the upholstery and it smelled funny in there. When…
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It’s That Time
Today I realized I’ve known my mother-in-law the same number of years that I knew my mother and my first reaction was that I didn’t want my mother to feel bad about that. My second reaction was to look around and see if there were any witnesses to the first reaction. 38 That’s the number.…
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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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Valentine
If I can’t give anything else to my children at the end of my life because I’ve spent it all on puppies, plants for the yard, and train trips to baseball games, what I can give them is a love story. It’s the only one I’ve ever truly known so I can’t say whether it’s…
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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…
Beyond Lashley Lane 