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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Donna sighed as she began to clean up the coffee table. Coffee table? Looks like a cigarette table. She wished Bud would control his anxieties by drinking coffee instead of smoking cigarettes. She was scared. For thirty-two years he had … Continue reading
“I’ll deny it,” I thought. “I’ll tell them some boys came by and vandalized it.” I’ve driven for seventy years with only a speeding ticket now and then, no serious accidents. Now this is the third one in six months. They … Continue reading