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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I can’t vouch for the truth of this story, but this is the way it was told to me by my great aunt Polly whose mother lived in a forlorn area of Illinois. She became an intimate friend to Jennie … Continue reading
As a newlywed, beautiful Celia was graced with all the resplendent Creole characteristics of her genetic heritage. But time had taken its toll. Gravitational forces had also been unkind. Too much alcohol had damaged her skin. Her stately posture was … Continue reading
This is the day of the threes. Three years since Howard passed on and three weeks since the doctor said I have about three months before joining him. So I come to this bench where I sit for about three … Continue reading