i always knew, he fought for me…

You cannot love a thing without wanting to fight for it G. K. Chesterton My dad was a quiet man who loved big fireworks. I miss him on the 4th of July. When it was dark enough, with his carefully selected box of fireworks in hand, Dad would walk to the end of our driveway …

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where i lay my head…

I have slept in unusual places.  It began the day I got married. We left our wedding reception in a hale of rice.  With the passenger side window stuck open, I got the worst of it.  Rice and all, we headed to San Francisco, to the place I "thought" we would spend the night. Unfortunately, …

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the age of reality… one last thing

Actually, a couple last things.  I'm ready to move on from this exploration of turning 70, but first, in no particular order............ SUGAR IS THE DEVIL -  My son used to say "women are the devil", but since he married one and they gave birth to one, I'm assuming he got over that misconception.  But …

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staying the path

February 22nd, we had a light snowfall.  It was over and beginning to melt by mid-morning. Normally I avoid the area, blaming it for the worst case of poison oak EVER.  But on this day I walked up behind the shop, clicked a few pictures and moved on about my business.  It wasn't until looking …

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how faith and politics can come together

Judas betrayed Jesus. Jesus was crucified. Judas hung himself. And the 12 apostles became 11. How confused and overwhelmed they must have been.  For three years Judas had eaten with them, slept with them, traveled with them, watched Jesus walk on water with them. How could he do this thing? As they waited and wondered …

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Walter

When I make myself sit still long enough, I love to watch the wind in the tree tops.  It's peaceful and calming. There are people in life like that, like wind in tree tops. Walter was one. Thinking about him now, I'm a little embarrassed that I didn't know more facts of his life, like …

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loving grown-up sons

Awhile back I wrote of the ease and sweet memories of loving little sons.  Loving grown-up sons is more complicated.  Maybe not so much the loving as the letting go. Their adult lives have been shaped by experiences I have not lived and do not understand.  They have wives and children, careers, friends and activities …

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