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I’ve always had an aversion to my own birthday parties accompanied by the candles, singing, presents, and celebration. I would rather sit in a quiet corner and engage in singular conversation with someone or perhaps read a book by myself. To borrow Philip Yancey’s term, I’m a recovering legalist, someone who loves structure but can’t sustain it…
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Malibu is beautiful. The people are beautiful also. 60 is the new 40 here and everyone looks much too healthy, glowing like they might be famous or perhaps they are names on a rolling movie credit…anonymous yet vital. And Malibuans can spot us coming from miles away like the time we did hot yoga and…
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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 challenging and sometimes the cookies slid like hockey pucks into adjacent gravy and the baggie…
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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 only compressed me more, as I listened to the announcers describe the Oklahoma football team’s…
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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, but hear me out. We all have to sing the song we know best. My wife…
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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 coincidence. What an election evening and I’m fairly apolitical. I sat watching the wide-eyed dour…
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“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 graciously, “I can tell by your voice.”
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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 her was pilgrim. While this is not correct in a biological sense, it is nevertheless…
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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 north and east where dry corn stalks curve along the hill, the rustling ghosts of…
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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 enough room on the home grandstand that night. But last night, I watched from there…
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