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Friendship Recovered

For I am confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will continue to perfect it

There are some friendships that a person can invest years into only to have them fall by the wayside in a ,matter of weeks or days. Then there are other friendships forged in a matter of months that prove to last despite years of apartness.

Beverly and I met during such a time in both of our lives – our 8th grade year at Arnold Junior High in Columbus, Georgia. She remembers the exact moment we met. She saw me sitting by myself in the lunch room and decided that very minute that she was the friend I needed. read more

Good People Rise Up

If you read the headlines, you might come away with a warped view of the world. Michael Moore is screaming that Trump is going to get us all killed. Trump himself threatens nuclear war with North Korea almost every other day. Bannon takes all the information he gained through his no-holds barred security access and couples it with Mercer monies and then vows to destroy all of Trump’s enemies, which at last count was somewhere around 70 percent of America and all of North Korea, and most of Europe. Bannon’s got his work cut out for him. read more

The Sunflower in My Garden

Outside the window where I sit and write, the sunflower burst to life this morning. Yesterday it was just bud on a stem. Today it is cloaked in golden glory.

The sunflower grows wild in my garden. I didn’t plant it there. We lived in this house for many years sans sunflowers. But then a few years back, a crop of sunflowers shot up among the monkey grass and cone flowers. Most things in the garden have perished this summer under the blistering heat too wicked for even the heartiest of roses. But the sunflowers seem to bloom to spite the heat. As if to say, we are strong enough to stand no matter what wickedness comes our way. read more

Cussing on the Way to Church

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It was there, while crossing the bridge that connect this part of Oregon with the southern part of Washington, that I glanced over at a boat cutting through the silver waters of the Columbia River. Maybe it was the stillness of the water. Or maybe it was the way the fading light cast out over the river. Just that brief glimpse from the steel archway joining the border of one land to another gave me pause. read more

Other People’s Children

Dollies

She started coming around the house when she was an itty-bitty thing, knee-high to a water-bug or thereabouts. She’d come to play dollies with the girls in the “museum” room. That’s what everyone called the formal living room back in the day because nobody ever really used the room. When they grew tired of dressing dollies, she and the girls would explore the backyard, or sled the hill by her house. In other words, she’s been a part of our family nearly as long as her own family. She even calls me “Mama.” read more