The rule is when yucky stuff happens, you’re supposed to count your blessings. That’s a pretty good rule. So I start counting them about like this: 1. my family 2. my friends 3. my home 4. my health 5. my model-gorgeous looks 6. yada, yada, yada Yeah. You get the idea. Remembering my blessings does […]
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People tell me that racial tension is a problem in this town. Maybe it is. I haven’t sensed it in personal encounters, but perhaps it lurks in places I don’t go. Junior high was my only real experience with racial conflict. In an effort to desegregate neighborhoods, brilliant politicians decided to bus black students to
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Luke will immediately recognize the motivation for this entry, and so will anyone else who read his live journal entry from last night. After reading it and posting my thoughts, I continued thinking about our propensity as humans to be discontent with our circumstances. In summer, we’re too hot, and we long for cold winter
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I know I do. It’s here somewhere . . . probably under the piles of junk mail and catalogs. Or maybe stuffed in the back of my closet. I’ll just have to hunt it down. Yeah. So, Luke is gone. He’s a college guy, acting all collegy and everything. I’ve decided the best thing is
My brain is a mite bit foggy, so please don’t hold me accountable for whatever you find in this entry. (Unless it’s really good!) We pulled into our driveway around 2:30 AM this morning, having left Chicago yesterday morning. We didn’t get a super-early start, because we thought we’d take two days to come home.
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If I could pick any house to live in, I know what I would want. First of all, my house would look like a giant hand had picked it up out of the Cottswolds and dropped it on a residential street in East Texas. The steep-pitched roof, the timbered gables, the thick English ivy growing
…that words could only hold… a candle’s small reflection of the galaxies of gold… Good-night. EZ
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