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Remembering the Corn Story

Remembering the Corn Story

One Thanksgiving years ago, my dad read a story about some kernels of corn in his Reader’s Digest. He pointed it out to me and shared the magazine but, taking little interest in the subject matter, I didn’t read it. I’m sure my thoughts were on more...
Moments in the Morning

Moments in the Morning

Breeze Breathe Drops of rain like diamonds from above All possibilities of this day Listen Hear it? Choose accordingly Not according to plan According to the Spirit Be Blessed
Little Van

Little Van

A lot of miles were put on Volkswagons in our family—from Bugs to Carmen Ghias to Westfalia Vans—Dad loved them. My parents made many trips to Tucson in their white Westfalila to visit my sister and her family. Dad, the Eagle Scout, liked to camp, Mom liked hotels....
#filledtooverflow

#filledtooverflow

I realize, sometimes the only thing that stands between moving from trickles of beauty within, to an overflowing ocean, is to forget and forgive what’s behind. The way others treat me should not determine my treatment of them. Instead, I only hope to treat those...
A Safe Duck

A Safe Duck

It takes four hours for a chick to come out of its shell, up to ten for the runt who may be abandoned by its mother as she manages a dozen or so waddling, roving, hungry ducklings, anxious for a swim. The child watches and takes the tiny wet mass of feathers into her...

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