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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The villain stopped his swagger immediately upon hearing the hoot of the owl perched on the lower bough of a tree snuggled in the musky forest. His tough aura vanished as he sat on the log. He reached for the … Continue reading
My life is a mal de coucou. But I guard that secret as if it were a Golem’s Truth As I portray nonchalance and strength, I have a parallel life which consists of a nervous desire to please. On one … Continue reading
Gladys remembered the past when she was a willowy graceful figure climbing the scaffold of success, aware of the wolf whistles she would be receiving that day. Vim, vigor, and vitality abounded in her blood! She was a hot tomato. But … Continue reading
MAN’S PERSPECTIVE: So here I sit. In the doghouse, my stomach churning after the spat with my wife. She is a hard one to figure out, a protean woman if there ever was one. One day all is well, she … Continue reading