Monday, September 30, 2019

Their memories are my heritage. Their achievements are my pride. Their dreams became my legacy, As through the years they died.

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FAMILY As I sit here in the stillness, While the crackling embers glow, My mind casts dancing shadows Of glad days long ...
Monday, September 23, 2019

Memories are like muscle; exercise them and they regain their vigor, neglect them and eventually they’re gone. If your memories of growing up are fading, I encourage you to refresh them with mine. “GLAD DAYS LONG AGO” SC

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Thursday, September 12, 2019

Just an incouragement

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I’m occasionally reined in on account of my enthusiastic patriotism, which of course is synonymous with nationalism, which, if carried to...
Saturday, August 3, 2019

GOD’S SOLUTION

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The basis for our most bitter political divisions is a handful of seemingly irreconcilable differences. These differences appear irre...
Saturday, July 27, 2019

Tattered Stars

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TATTERED STARS Her stripes were worn and faded; Her fabric, torn and frayed. Tattered stars hung loosely now, Weakened by...
Sunday, July 21, 2019

I apologize if this sounds preachy.

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There appears to be some confusion regarding racism and bigotry. If you would follow Christ, your walk will be exceptional in that it dem...
Saturday, July 20, 2019

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My little book, “Glad Days Long Ago” has been well received by those who’ve read it. People find that sharing my memories is a magic e...