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My Refuge
I was the cookie guy at the end of the serving line last night. There was a small zip lock bag on the end of my right hand (we forgot the serving gloves). This made grabbing tiny icing topped sugar cookies… Continue reading
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The Day I Lost My Projector and Gained a Daughter
Weddings wear me down and my smile begins to hurt, all the eating, hosting, hugging, social adrenaline, and dancing turns my legs to jelly. After Brandon and Liz drove away, I decompressed by checking the OU/Ohio State game which… Continue reading
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Singing the Question
I’m learning how to sing the national anthem out loud, but it doesn’t come naturally to me. And I always feel unresolved at the end of verse one because…well, it ends with a question and it’s not my favorite song,… Continue reading
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Election 2016
The peso will buy you fewer enchiladas today, pollsters are leaping from tall buildings, stocks are limit down, and my son is moving to Canada, which wasn’t the reason for the Canadian Immigration web site crash, but rather an interesting… Continue reading
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Blowing Leaves
“Can you see well enough to read the Bible?” She said, “No, and I can’t really make out your face, but I can see that your shirt is checkered.” I lied and told her I was handsome and she replied… Continue reading
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I Am Haunted by Waters
When my eldest daughter was five years old, she told a story to her younger siblings that is false, yet absolutely true. She informed her brother and sister that her lentil-sized ear tag was Cherokee Indian…and that the rest of… Continue reading
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Prairie Grass and Good Bones
As I showered next to a field of corn in Wisconsin I realized that this is no Hampton Inn. The rustic wood shower provides moderate screening from the house and barns south and west, but the view is entirely uninhibited… Continue reading
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Puppet Shows & Wedding Altars
Last night I sat on the visitor side of Custer Stadium. The only other time I sat on the visitor side was when I was 12 years old and Tinker Owens played for Miami and they played Col-Hi. There wasn’t… Continue reading
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Our Summer of Invincibility
A good friend of mine, Steve Osborn, once referred to me as his summertime friend. He attended Oklahoma University and I attended Harding University. As college undergraduates, we mostly saw each other in the summer. We were connected by our… Continue reading
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Early in the Day of Cold and Green
These are the salad days of my son and daughters, my nephews and nieces, not that they are cold and green, rather that it’s their heyday, their walk in the sun, although salad, like the heyday of the young, can… Continue reading
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