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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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
I’m sitting on a lawn chair about a hundred feet behind this scene. My goal is to plot a short story with this as the setting. What might I write? I see a couple walking to the bench. They sit. … Continue reading