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Reflecting

Magic

The 18th of October was the first night it got cold this year. Cold enough to frost. Cold enough to kill the remnants of the basil…

Growing Reflecting

Open

He’s 94, but his eyes are still clear, and he drives his car, albeit these days only to the store and church and, sometimes, to the…

Reflecting

The P Word

They had just opened the four-lane divided highway between my hometown and the county seat, some 15 miles away. They had been working on it all…

Gratitude Reflecting

The Third Row

Monday morning at 7 AM I was heading north on Interstate 55, heading toward my hometown. A woman I knew had died. She and her husband…

Reflecting Resilience

Dead Things

When I was in high school, I read the novel First Blood, which is the novel that the Rambo movies were based on. As is often…