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Grace in the Wilderness
Yesterday, Joan and I decided to indulge ourselves. Nothing big, really. Just a quick drop-in to one of our favorite neighborhood ice cream places to get a sweet treat. You see, I had just come out of my dermatologist’s office… Continue reading
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You Belong
Three doors down from the house I grew up in lived a family named the Thompsons. There was Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Thompson (that was back in the time when kids didn’t know adults’ first names) and their three sons. If… Continue reading
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Remembering. And Giving Thanks
When you grow up – as I did – in the state of Ohio, a mere one state east of the state of Indiana, Memorial Day only meant ONE THING: listening to the Indianapolis 500 auto race on the radio.… Continue reading
Russellings of the Spirit 