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    Over the River and Through the Woods

    I fell face down in my father’s furrowed soybean field again.  It was Thanksgiving Eve 1990 something.  Navigating the trenches of dirt on this moonless night, proved to be about as tricky as body surfing blindfolded.  Covered in mud and…

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    Turkey Troubles

    One year our Thanksgiving turkey was so dry, everyone ate dark meat only and used a LOT of gravy. When we tried to feed leftovers to our two dogs, Martin Luther and George Whitfield, (we used to name our dogs…

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    Mom Had it Right

    I glared at my mother’s back, willing her to stop talking.  She cocked her head to one side, laughing at something her friend said.  Our church service ended at 12:30 and it was now almost 1:15. She chattered away with…

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    A Call to Prayer

    In May of 1940, during World War II, 335,00 British and French soldiers became trapped on the beaches of Dunkirk by the German army.  The exposed troops made easy prey for the German air force to pick off.  With no…

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    Itchy Ears

    Does it seem reasonable to pay $879.00 a month in mortgage, taxes and insurance for a $40,000 house?  Is it wise to borrow down payment money when you hold outstanding student loans?  How do you feel about spending thousands of…

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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…