The Devil Didn’t Make Me Do It

Nope.  He didn't make me eat that half bag of chocolate candy last night.  I did it all on my own. I did it knowing sugar gives me a headache.  Knowing I would wake up feeling heavy and lethargic.  Knowing I was breaking my own promise. And I didn't even care. Just the day before I walked through …

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A Veteran’s Story… short and sweet

  This boy grew up like most others of his day.  He minded his dad and loved his mom.  He studied hard, raced his bike on Seattle streets, and really loved his American Flyer train set.   He grew up and married his high school sweetheart, worked hard, became a dad and most every Christmas of my growing …

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Fog and Light and my crabby, morning self

I like fog. Maybe because I grew up on the Pacific coast, is why.  Rain assaults you, but fog wraps around like a protective layer... it comforts me... it calms me... it reactivates my hair product. I also like to photograph fog.  As you might imagine, some shots aren't too exciting.  But several mornings ago I got a good …

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A mom can find her kid. Even in a crowd. I could find Andrew on the football field by watching for arms and legs. I can spot Daniel by the sound of his laugh. And Ian’s voice draws my attention. Much like his dad’s, it's distinctive and pleasing.  And as with Andrew, if he's moving, I can find …

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after doubt has had it’s way… write

"Honey, I can't stop moving cause I might not get going again", my grandpa often said.  I thought he was talking about going for a walk, or wrangling horses, or making hot dog and parmesan cheese tacos.  Turns out his observation applies to much, much more... Like writing words on paper... which sounds kind of wimpy compared to what he used …

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if you were here….

I would tell you everything will be ok... ...and I'm sorry this injustice has come your way. But it is the way of this imperfect world. I would tell you that no matter how pure your motive or the depth of sacrifice you make... there will be whiners and haters, those who judge, those who twist …

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Foggy Hope

Father, When I can't see thru the fog, when I feel alone on the path... ... help me remember, Your Word lights my way and hugs my heart. Proberbs 3: 5-6