My husband, Jerry, perhaps because he’s an artist, has vivid dreams almost every single night. He can describe in detail, the color of clothing people are wearing, what their faces look like, and their…
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In 1960, when I was five years old going on six, my mom underwent open heart surgery to repair two holes in her heart that should have closed before she was born. Doing surgery…
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I have a sweet, jolly friend from Massachusetts who always has some expression that just makes me guffaw in laughter. One, that has something to do with your hair standing on end while running…
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I am such a baby. Not a sweet smiling one like our grandson, Arthur, who meets life with delight, anticipation and open arms, but a whiny, oh woe is me, I-don’t-want-to-peek-out-of-the-covers-to-see-what-is-ahead, one. With what…
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Lately, what’s been going on in Jerry’s and my life, could be an award-winning, old-time country song. Ranking with the likes of You Picked A Fine Time to Leave Me, Lucille, or Achy, Breaky,…
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Growing up during the Great Depression and living through World War II, my mom’s makeup was one of steel. I don’t think she qualified as a Steel Magnolia from the South like those women…
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We live in a messaging world. Whether it’s on Facebook, iMessaging, texting, or emails, I would guess that most of us communicate far more often with the written word than ever with a phone…
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A week ago Monday, severe thunderstorms, wind, hail, and a moderate possibility for tornadoes were predicted for our area. Schools closed early and even storm shelters were opened in preparation for what could lie…
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Have you ever read something or heard something, so many times, that like elevator music it washes over your consciousness without you ever being aware it was there to begin with? That happens to…
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Last month—it’s hard to believe February is past and we have already stepped into March—we were leading our Youth Group at church through our Month of Love series. Now, even though that title sounds…