I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Her scientist husband was at it again. It infuriated her, amused her, interested her, and drew her to him in spite of his oddities. She admired his inquisitive brain. This time he had somehow made a magnetic field in the … Continue reading
“Strange how they leave me in here. Why pink? I don’t know. I understand the shells. There’s four inches of water in the tub. I swirl the shells around. Take the blue ones to make a geometric design. Then take the … Continue reading