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Let’s see, I’ve had the Red measles, Black measles, German measles, mumps, chicken pox, my mom told me the docs told her I also had a mild case of small pox and an assortment of other diseases. I almost went … Continue reading
It seems like only yesterday I was sixty. That was 2010. Now approaching seventy I’ve found a plethora of changes have occurred not only in my mental state, but physical as well. No longer youthful, even as I presumed so … Continue reading
Do you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders? Unfortunately, I have felt that more often than not. But I’m learning. . .still. I can remember times, places and reasons, when I reached the point I … Continue reading
This day of recognition was celebrated as far back as one can tell on March 19, starting around 1508. Many nations celebrate fathers at some time or other during the year. The US didn’t really come into full swing with … Continue reading
As the off-spring of a Preacher’s Kid (PK) I have that inside view of the family of religious upbringing. My mom was one of seven girls and two boys. One of the boys was killed in an accident before ten … Continue reading
Ahhhh! I find myself sitting in my living room on the couch for the first time in almost a week with a clear mind. So much has happened in this past week. A week ago an impending hurricane had everyone … Continue reading
Something has triggered my thoughts again today. So here goes. I’m going to go back a few years to start. I was talking with my brother Mike one evening and I thought during that conversation that it would be a … Continue reading
What else can be added to a note with this title. I personally find it a day to reflect a bit. My eyes opened this morning around six fifteen with the morning light peering in around the window curtains, and … Continue reading
I’m nowhere near the end, although I know some people who would consider me knocking on death’s door. Continue reading