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The Arrival

Standing on the sidelines at the airport behind the wheelchair I used to pick up a friend, I had the privilege of watching loved ones...

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Faded Genes

How a gene mutation helped me conquer my sin. ...
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Our Election and God’s Sovereignty

Observing the 2016 presidential election gave my limited brain capacity a much clearer understanding of where we are as a nation. But more...

All I Got Was This Crummy Tee Shirt

Returning from an extended trip, a friend of mine called and said, “I brought you back something!” I anticipated the BEST. After all,...

On Living in the Wrong Neighborhood

My garage is a mess. I mean, I’m not really a pack rat, but somehow everything lands in my garage. Christmas decorations, summer...

Gas Station Blues Upgrade

Running late, as usual, I peered down at my gas gauge icon. Could I make it to my destination on, say, four tablespoons...

My Despicable Little Secret

I knew that title would draw your attention. I’m smart like that. I’m also a grammar Gestapo, I can tell the temperature within...

I Should Have Been Stoned

We’ve come a long way, baby, haven’t we?

I shudder to think what it was like to be a woman of ill repute...

Leper

It sure must have been lonely being a leper. At the depth of need for human compassion and touch, the tormented soul was...

Water Slide

Grasping onto futility is painful. Letting go affords less pain, but frequently more fear. So we decide in that “rock-and-hard-place” place to hold...

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