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I was a fat baby. Earliest photos show fat lines around my wrists, knees, elbows, well, just about everywhere. As I grew older, I did not lose that fat. Instead it grew with me. It’s not that I didn’t exercise. … Continue reading

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Indian Lake

When we lived in Ohio, summer vacation meant a week at Indian Lake. In the early morning hours, my brother and father snuck out of the cabin, fishing gear in hand. After a stop at the bait shop, they got … Continue reading

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I Have Truly Been Blessed

Every day I count my blessings. When I awake, I am blessed with another day. When I rest my head on my pillow at night, I am blessed because I lived through another day.   I have a most wonderful … Continue reading

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Seasons of Love

 When winter winds roar through the trees And snows softly fall upon the ground, I’ll think of you. When spring rains dance in patchy puddles And flouncy flowers fluff in color bursts, I’ll think of you. When summer sun beats … Continue reading

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The Best Day

Sometimes writing prompts speak to me, giving me ideas of what to write about, but recently I read one which really has me in a quandary. Of all the days in my life, which one is the best? I’ve been … Continue reading

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Bringing Christmas Home

Stan Ellis stuffed the last of his purchases into his camper shell.  Smiling proudly, he strode to the driver’s door, unlocked it, and climbed behind the wheel.  The engine started immediately, and so after giving it an extra shot of … Continue reading

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Dinner Talk

By the time Stan Ellis was finished mucking out the stalls, his seventeen-year-old body was exhausted. After a full day at school followed by band practice, it was a lot of work. He made himself a peanut butter and jelly … Continue reading

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