Category Archives: A Page From My Journal

Useless–Or Not

I’ll tell you, this “Shelter-in-place” thing doesn’t keep a person very busy. I mean, sure, I could clean house–but I’m not that desperate. Anyway, I’ve done a fair amount of light reading lately. In one story, a character complained that … Continue reading

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A World Upside Down

Our world is upside-down, and I think I’m getting a little slap-happy being stuck at home most of the time. For instance, a commercial came on TV the other evening. The announcer said something about a “… Lindt chocolate bunny…” … Continue reading

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“Putting Down Roots” — Two Years Later

A bonus Encore edition of a previous post, just in time for Easter. This post first appeared on this blog February 22, 2017. One downside of moving to a new house, no matter how much you like it, is Starting … Continue reading

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Olympic, um, “Athletes”

You walk away from the house and the cantankerous appliances for, like, 30 hours, and what happens? Portable electronics take up the rebellion, of course. August 4 was our first time to participate in the “Blazin’ Saddle” bike rally in … Continue reading

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Short Story Long

Here’s the rest of the story I alluded to in my recent post “Persona.” For the first five of our nine days in Liberia, I tagged along with the team, attending church and visiting the local supporters and sister charities … Continue reading

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Persona

Lately I’ve been thinking about authenticity. See, I have this deep-seated need for approval, which often leads me to put up the appearance of being what I think people expect me to be. Never admit a weakness: Now, I don’t … Continue reading

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