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My Declaration of Self-Esteem
2023-12-05The following was written in answer to a 15-year-old girl’s question, How can I prepare myself for a fulfilling life?”I am me.In all the w...
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Gifts of the Heart
2023-12-05In this hustle-bustle world we live in, it’s so much easier to charge something on a credit card rather than give a gift of the heart.And gifts ...
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A Bucket Full of Research
2023-12-05Many years ago, I read that James A. Michener, who did not publish until he was forty years of age, advised young writers to do extensive research bef...
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Christmas Roses
2023-12-05It was the afternoon of December 24, the day before Christmas; and as the newest hygienist in our office, I had to work. The only thing that brightene...
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Dad's Chicken Cacciatore
2023-12-05During my adolescent years I spent succulent summers at Bethany Beach, Delaware, body surfing, riding waves of hormones, pretending to be the man I wa...
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Rules of the Road
2023-12-05Though somewhat younger, my wife and I attend a church that caters to senior citizens. We like it because of the traditional service and very friendly...
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The Pickle Jar
2023-12-05As far back as I can remember, the large pickle jar sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad wou...
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For the Record
2023-12-05Less than a year after my wife’s funeral I was confronted with the most terrible realities of being a widower with five children.Notes from scho...
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Nuns in the Country
2023-12-05Two nuns were driving down a country road when they ran out of gas. They walked to a farmhouse and a farmer gave them some gasoline; but the only cont...
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The year was 1964. The place was Chicago. A man I worked with had acquired a couple of all-leather, NFL regulation, 1963 Chicago Bears-inscribed footb...