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Confession No. 77 — Why you should never, ever use extreme words or phrases
I have a perfect record with the children whom I’ve helped to raise. This particular accomplishment is not necessarily something that I’m proud of. But, I’m neither shocked nor surprised. The...
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Confession No. 86 — How nature crushed nuture
The good memories are fading. They were once plenty. I entered her life when she was six and witnessed plenty worth recollection. But, the production line one evening … just stopped. Her beauty was...
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Confession No. 128 – Back to the days of Christopher Robin
Most of my memories begin with a letter. I wrote it as my son slept beneath a swaying mobile in his dimly lit nursery. A CD player with soft volume was set to shuffle Kenny Loggins’ Return to Pooh...
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The RV Chronicles — Lucky Me
I’m fortunate. Extremely. As I’m gallivanting around the nation’s fourth largest city and relaxing most evenings in some fairly comfortable digs, my wife remains on Chestnut Lane trying to ready our...
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