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Memorial Day and Dad
Memorial Day was always a special event for my family. Early in the morning I would watch my dad, a World War II veteran, leave the house in his American Legion blues with his bugle tucked under
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Feasting on Fresh Bread
In her early married years, my sister Susan and her husband arrived as I removed two hot, crusty loaves of bread from the oven. They had never heard of the easy French bread made in a one-quart cas
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A Prayer Not Forgotten
“Beth, you’re going blind.” My optometrist’s words sank like a stone in my seventeen-year-old heart. He must have caught my utter dismay because he quickly went on. “D
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Quick to Forgive?
I sat on the back porch steps, observing my six-year-old granddaughter attempt to teach the game of Frisbee to her deaf playmate. She launched her new toy through the air. “Come on, Anthony. You