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Back to School

My neighbor goes to school. That’s not so unusual. Many people have neighbors who attend school. But my neighbor has already rear a...

More than a Tempting Aroma...

It’s amazing how the world begins to change through the eyes of a cup of coffee. Donna A. Favors When I was six, my mother gave me milk...

Are You My Mirror?

I think most people are decent, honest, hard working, good people. At least, the ones that I’ve encountered are. Fifty years of...

Music Boxes

My mother collected music boxes; I inherited the antique wooden one. The blue powder music box sat on my grandmother's dresser for as...

Where Do Wildflowers Grow?

You are the dandelion growing through concrete cracks,” Christine Vatters Painter The Wisdom of Wild Grace. Can we see that lone yellow...

Superfriend...

I have a super friend. No, it’s not a best friend. Nor is it anyone who will spend hours with me chatting on the phone. It’s not even...

Cracker, Anyone?

Saltine crackers usually appear on my weekly grocery list. We eat more crackers than bread. And, I cook with them. In any recipe calling...

Finding the Lost...

I love the concept of Lost and Found - that which we have lost can be found. Love the stories of someone finding a long lost class ring...

Making Waves...

You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around—and...

Wartime Cake

Almost four years after I moved to the coast, I have finally unpacked a dozen or more boxes of books. I still don’t have enough shelves...

What Do You Make of "IT"?

I dislike the trendy phrase, “It is what it is.” Therefore, I was delighted to come across Justin McRoberts’ book, It Is What You Make Of...

After the Storm...the Promise

Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth...

Sky

An artist moved to New York from South Georgia. Upon her return South for a visit, she commented that she was no longer painting skies....

A Guilty Pleasure

Almost every day during my elementary school years, I took a peanut butter sandwich for lunch and bought a small container of milk in the...

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