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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TEMPTATION
I hardly had to peek at all. There was the invitation that I had longed for. What a step up! An office in the Administration Building. No more classroom. A move to being a Principal with a school of my … Continue reading
WHO DETERMINES “NEWS”
Reporter: “Sir, you saw what happened?” Nervous witness: “Yes. About an hour into the inquisition, Mr. Brown reached for the Bible to take the oath. Suddenly there were startled expressions on all the faces as everybody’s eyes were focused on … Continue reading
BUD AND MINDY’S CQC NEWS-NOTES
“Sunday morning at CQC Network! Welcome to News-Notes,” announced Bud. “Any locals, Mindy?” “Sure,” said charming Mindy. “Before the mundane and anti-climatic world news, we have a local celebration going on. It started eighty-seven years ago today, January 24, 1934. … Continue reading
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Tagged birthday, Friday Fictioneers, humor, me, Rochelle's picture prompt
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A GIFT OF LIGHT
“Hop in, honey,” said Laura, before driving away. “Thanks, all’s good.” Cassie answered confidently. Feeling an empty pocket, she remembered her key and money pouch on the music stand. Fighting panic, she went to a side door and breathed a … Continue reading
COMING INTO VIEW
On September 11, 2001, there must have been just a split second of time when the World Trade Center tower looked very much like this to an Al-Qaeda hijacker piloting a Boeing 767 jet. With this glimpse of 2021, I … Continue reading
IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Aunt Dorothy, Dotty’s namesake, had come to visit. She had hated for Dotty to marry Hank and move to the country. To Aunt Dorothy, Hank was a hick. He had no class, no manners, no sense of style. Auntie tried … Continue reading
HOME INTRUDERS
“George, you need to think about retirement,” the boss suggested yesterday. Not George! Here George gets twenty peaceful minutes before clocking in. A time to sit in the early sun; a time to look at the newspaper; a time to … Continue reading
SADIE BECOMES A LADY
There once was a child named Sadie Who bounced, jumped, and twirled As bands slipped from hair uncurled. Would Sadie ever become a lady? Now ninety, age has done her no favors And sitting has now replaced labors. Her mind … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, family, Friday Fictioneers, mother, Rochelle's picture prompt, senility
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LUXURIOUS NOTHINGNESS
Sara, in luxurious comfort, was clothed in bubble wrap and serenaded by the crumpling of gift wrap. Why could Frank not understand! She was freezing in “stuff”. He loved her. He would give the world for her to be happy – … Continue reading
THE DUMP
“What you been up to, Pete?” “Not so much ‘up to’ anything. More like ‘down to’. I’ve been sleeping on a couch in the city dump.” “How did you get to this nice place?” “Got a job.” “That’s good.” “Yeah. … Continue reading