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    Close Encounter with Loopy Leader

    I stared, wordless, as the pastor opened up what I assumed to be a briefcase, and instead offered to mix me a drink from his portable bar.  It was 1970 something, the location, a hunting lodge somewhere in South Dakota. …

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    Trigger Tempers

    I used to holler about dirty socks, open cupboard doors, dirty dishes in the sink, Barbies and their endless accessories scattered around and a whole bunch of other neatness violations. When my husband or daughter committed a clutter crime, I…