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A Year In A Minute
365. A Year in a Minute Almost a month ago I wrote about the length of a minute—and how it’s longer than you think. It may be true also of days and years. Today marks the end of my posting every day for a…
A Friend and Fear
364. A Friend and Fear I had lunch with a friend this week and we talked about one of my fears. And then there was a moment of silence and he asked, “How does your faith in God fit with your fear?” I think…
Ha Long Bay
363. Ha Long Bay I have three pictures of Ha Long Bay in Vietnam. One is a picture on rice paper, purchased in Hanoi. One is an embroidery picture, made and sold by the woman who cooked a six-course dinner on a small boat…
World Peace – Led by Children
362. World Peace – Led by Children I finished a book titled World Peace and Other 4th-Grade Achievements by John Hunter. For many years as a teacher, he has played The World Peace Game with his classes of 4th-graders. For an hour a day…
Ability to Cope
361. Ability to Cope Previously I’ve written about Harold Wilke who was born with no hands. And in that writing he asked an audience to raise their hands if they had a disability. Many people did. And then Harold said, “The rest of you?…
Either – Or
360. Either – Or — potato chips cherry pie mixed nuts Dove bars corn chips starburst more and more and more — some days are good, restrained other days are like eating machines where it’s only after the fact of eating that I know…
The Space
359. The Space — potato chips have a scrunchy sound when you put four together and bite down on them they crumble and push each other as they race down your throat filling ever so slightly the lonely space — arms are lonely bed…
Quiet
358. Quiet — (Psalm 46:10—–Be still, and know that I am God!) — I hear no thing—a nothing—where now I sit the darkness of the nights surrounds my days — no clatter, no voices crack through the silence computer keys sound gentle inside the…
The Smell of Mama
357. The Smell of Mama I don’t know how old I was when I became aware that Mama wore Emeraude deCoty perfume and no other. It was her perfume. As a twelve or thirteen-year-old I went to a store to see what it cost….
Nashville and Selma
356. Nashville and Selma In the turbulent, and early 1960’s I lived in Nashville, Tennessee and had two opportunities to join in the turbulence. At a Church Women United meeting there was an announcement that sit-ins were going to begin at the downtown Woolworth’s…
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Mama and Me
