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    Turn Your Flashlight On, Goofy

    The dark figure crouched silently next to my neighbor’s house.  Bella and I halted, her brown nose twitching, sniffing.  Our silent approach was undetected.  Recent break-ins throughout the neighborhood made people edgy.  Some malfunctioning street lights created unusually shadowed corners…

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    A Solitary Place

    I joined in my family’s belly laughs but felt the sting of truth behind their laughter.  Our Chevy Tahoe was filled with Ken and I, our daughter, son-in-law and their kids.  Our road trip discussion focused on the difficulty of…

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    Halloween Headaches

    In my childhood, during the sixties, Halloweens were more fun than fright.  My brothers and I only did trick or treating on our own street.  Parents sat on porches or right inside their front doors waiting to fill our bags…

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    The Hounds of Hell

    My dog, Bella, and I sprinted down our shadowed street trying to escape the growling pursuit of another neighborhood dog somewhere behind us.  Our malfunctioning streetlights created profound early morning darkness.  I couldn’t see the pony-sized beast tracking us but…

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    Sailing Through Changing Seas

    Numbly, I stared again at the revised education standards for 10th grade English.  In August I  designed my classroom bulletin boards and made syllabus copies.  Instead, on this sweltering summer day I scrambled to rearrange my entire teaching schedule.  I…

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    How to Know When to Let Go

    My sweaty legs stuck to the piano bench in the heat of a late August Sunday evening while I led the congregation in a song before the sermon.   When I finished up the worship time, I peeled myself off the…

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    Giving Up or Letting Go?

    Songs, games, Bible stories, treats and an all-around great time is the way I remember my childhood Vacation Bible Schools.  With my creative mother as director, each year presented a different themed adventure in which we played roles like jungle…

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    Too Many Good-Byes

      The loneliness and grief of leaving my home church, at age thirteen, made for a miserable car trip when my family moved from Pennsylvania to Michigan. My grandparents created a sad picture, framed by our car’s rear window, waving…

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    One IS a Lonely Number

    “What?!? Moving to Michigan? Now?”  Anger and joy crashed together in my thirteen-year-old heart. I adored my father’s family in Michigan but the pain of leaving my mother’s people and all that I knew in Pennsylvania stunned me.  My entrance…