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An icy wind cut into us this evening as we entered Friendly’s for ice cream.   It was almost cold enough to make us go back to the car.  Almost – not quite.  Once inside we were rewarded by a precious four-year-old little girl with brown...

The last words of the American Declaration of Independence are, “we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.”Eighteen of the 54 signers had their homes burned and looted either by loyalists to the throne or British troops.  Two of...

I am sitting here looking at a purple stain on my shirt sleeve.  I have absolutely no idea where it came from.  It looks like grape jelly but I haven’t been near grape jelly today.  This is very much like character stains – flaws.  Some...

While observing a student teacher in a third grade classroom this morning, I noticed one very spiffy young man wearing a dress shirt and tie.  He had his hair slicked down and wasn’t wearing socks with his shoes – very preppy.  I asked if he...

In 1978 our older son played for the Yankees.  I don’t recall ever missing a game.  I was very proud.  His uniform is part of our family treasure trove.  When we moved to New England we proudly displayed it on the stairway wall.  Often I...

We’ve all been there.  We are approaching a traffic signal when the light turns yellow. We have less than half a second to decide a. to press hard on the brake, b. press on the accelerator to get through the intersection before we see red,...

It just occurred to me that Jesus’ story of the wise man who built his house upon the rock is the same story as the three little pigs.  Instead of the floods coming up it’s the big bad wolf blowing lots of hot air.  It...

The Grammy Awards remind us of how important music is to us.  It can make us cry or fill us with overwhelming joy.  Surely there hasn’t been or isn’t a culture anywhere that does not have its music.  Billions of dollars are spent each year...

Our storm has begun. As I sit down to write fine tiny crystals of snow are decorating the curled rhododendron outside our front windows.  The mountain across the road has disappeared behind a wall of white. Outside the back windows four doves have yet to...

I’m sitting here with a piece from a jigsaw puzzle I picked up off the street while walking my lab this afternoon.   Somewhere in my neighborhood there is a puzzle that cannot be finished because I have the missing piece. There are so many theological...