It just looks like a plain, ordinary rock. But, wait! Turn it over and you may find it was the front door to about a million tiny, scurrying ants and their underground kingdom. A book just looks like a book, sitting on the shelf with others of its kind. Open it and see: instantly, you […]
Nov 15, 2020
Bless Thy Creaking Bones
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A Blessing for Grandmas The Lord bless thy bones that they creak not neither pop loudly when thou sittest down and when thou risest up. The Lord bless thine eyesight so that it can see the intricate workings of thy grandchildren’s technology. The Lord bless thy mind so that it understandeth the intricate workings of […]
Nov 14, 2020
Finding Lost Things
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My husband and I bought a 1967 Mustang brand-new, straight off the showroom floor. It was beautiful, small, shiny brown with a leather-look brown interior and it was a V-8. That’s something rare, nowadays. Today’s cars are mostly 4-cylinder with some sort of eco-booster. Anyway, our Mustang was a neat car. But, we sold it […]
Nov 12, 2020
A Murderer Among the Mourners
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I had no invitation to Miss Evangeline’s funeral. That wasn’t the way things were done in small-town Ednalee. Her death notice and a short obituary were in the local paper, giving the date and time for her burial. That was enough for anyone who was interested. It was such a murky day and, according […]
Nov 11, 2020
How to Say Thank You
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As America pauses to honor veterans of all the wars from Lexington to the present day, I conclude that the best way I can say thank you to the men and women who have given or were willing to give all they have for me, is to be ever watchful of that wonderful thing called […]
Nov 9, 2020
Hope
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What would we do without hope? It’s more than a wish–it’s a yearning and a belief that somewhere, out in the future, things will get better. Hope rises with the sun each morning, but it doesn’t set as the sun sinks westward. Hope lives on, through even the darkest night. As the sun slid westward […]
