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Scratch it!
Have you ever had an itch? I mean the kind that was located at that exactly perfectly unreachable spot on your back… just right THERE. An intense itch. The kind that would not be ignored nor trifled with. It is… Continue reading
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I just can’t.
Four. That is the number of times I have sat in front of my laptop today, fingers poised, intending to write. I had a few other ideas percolating for my next blog post. But in light of the horrible shootings… Continue reading
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Fish Nibble Love
I had to look it up. The name of the fish is Garra Rufa. They are sometimes referred to as “doctor fish” and they have apparently become the hottest thing in spa treatments. That’s because if you put your feet into… Continue reading
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Scattered
A couple of weeks ago, my siblings and I had one of our all-too-rare get-togethers. Rare because hanging out regularly is hard when separated by 2,000 miles of American soil. As providence would have it, the occasion of… Continue reading
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Loving the imperfect
Joan and I don’t eat out at restaurants very often. As I believe I have mentioned in this space before, this is mainly because my wife is an awesome cook. I love to eat the things she so lovingly and creatively… Continue reading
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Play Ball!
I love baseball. I mean I REALLY love baseball; despite the fact that I am hexed enough to be a Kansas City Royals fan for life. When I tell you that I love baseball, I mean I love everything about it.… Continue reading
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Disease to Please
“Did I please you?” It was a silly question… asked, as it were, in the middle of my euphoric vocalizations and lip smacks. But I suspect the silliness of the question was a big part of the reason she asked… Continue reading
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Forgive them Father, For They Have Spinned
“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.” John 15:12, NRSV Sometimes, my wife really knows how to push my buttons. When she wants to effectively get under my skin, she calls me SpinMaster.… Continue reading
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More than skin deep
“Hey… is that a tattoo?” The question caught me off guard for a moment. I was sitting there in my car, arm extended, offering my credit card to the woman in the cute little tollbooth there at the front end… Continue reading