Tag: Oregon

  • Salvage Work

    Salvage Work

      Our daughter is getting married next week. She is the last of the three girls to marry. I was 21 when I married. I didn't have a clue about what I was getting myself into. Thankfully, God was watching out for me in ways[..]
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  • Cozy Up, Friends

    Cozy Up, Friends

      When I married my husband I had no idea that the county he was from would freeze in the winter. Our first date was in February. We got engaged in March and married in August. So I had only ever been to the Northeastern[..]
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  • Don’t Call It Dementia

    Don’t Call It Dementia

      When I showed up at pre-school yesterday afternoon, the Bean dropped his toys and literally ran across the room and jumped into my arms. He had not been expecting me. The run was his exclamation of delight. Don't you wish everyone would greet us[..]
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  • Writing My Way Through Fears

    Writing My Way Through Fears

      For the past several years, I have amassed hundreds of pages of documents and photos, and conducted a bevy of interviews in order to write the book I'm currently at work on. It's a true crime story. Several of you have heard me talk[..]
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  • A More Imperfect Union: 40 years Hence

    A More Imperfect Union: 40 years Hence

      The flowers started arriving this weekend. Beautiful bouquets of white and pink roses, pink snaps and lacy baby breaths. The notes attached were from our children, thanking us, telling us how much they love us. Their parents. Happy 40th, Mom and Dad, the notes[..]
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  • Turned Away

    Turned Away

    Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the toothache. Maybe it's the shameful performance at the VFW Convention by the boastful bawbag Celebrity Apprentice. Maybe it's because it's 7/24. That makes 52 years for those of you counting. Maybe it's because of those mamas crying in[..]
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  • Keeping Witches at Bay

    Keeping Witches at Bay

    We buried Mama's ashes atop a bed of wild honeysuckle vines. I had stopped alongside the road in Greeneville, Tennessee, and picked them myself. You might think it's the dollar-sized magnolias in bloom that most remind me of my Southern childhood. Or the wild dogwoods[..]
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  • Paul Ryan and the Meat-Cutter

    Paul Ryan and the Meat-Cutter

    I was just walking the dogs through the neighborhood. No agenda, really, other than to let the dogs sniff things out. Over on the street just north of us, I saw a fellow poking around one of the houses currently under construction. I thought perhaps[..]
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  • The Cult of Bhagwan Trump

    The Cult of Bhagwan Trump

      When I was in college, I focused some of my studies of the Moonie cult. I was a Com major and studying a cult was a given for me, having grown up in the Bible Belt, having spent so much of my early years[..]
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