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Continue reading →: HENRIETTA FLIES THE COOP
“Lay more eggs!” said the Farmer. “These eggs are too small!” said the Farmer’s Wife. “Get back on your nest!” crowed the Rooster. Henritta Hen had spent the whole summer sitting in the chicken coop of a New Jersey farm. She was sick and tired of laying eggs day after…
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Continue reading →: Memorial Morn
I go to the park early this Memorial mornand hear words hanging from the treesand glimpse them hiding under the bushesand see them basking in the sun. What questions do they bring? The man with the white legs and swinging canestrides forward along the path that leads to the pondwhere…
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Continue reading →: The Great Silence
Many years ago, my younger son, his wife and I traveled from northern California to Yosemite to meet up with my older son and his family for a weekend vacation. We left Sacramento going east and crossed over the Sierras near Lake Tahoe. The road twisted and turned, and no…
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Continue reading →: Midnight Confession
My cousin Hazel was eleven years older than I. In my teenage eyes, she was the epitome of chic sophistication, a secretary who for a few short years had left our small western Pennsylvania town to work in Washington D.C. It was there she learned how to smoke Parliament cigarettes…
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Continue reading →: It Don’t Come Easy
When I woke up this morning my shoulder was stiff and aching, and one knee didn’t want to work properly. It ain’t easy being an old broad. As you age, the body’s demand for attention seems never-ending. There’s always an ache or pain somewhere, a stiff muscle that doesn’t want…
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Continue reading →: Goosebumps
The tempo had changed at the little neighborhood park in the march towards summer. More people were out walking and the old oak trees that stood in contrast to the brilliant blue skies of winter were now in full leaf and throwing deep shadows on the lawns. The playground was…
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Continue reading →: Mother’s Day
With Mother’s Day near, I have been thinking about the nature of parental love. It seems to be a downward moving emotion, from parent to child. Like water, parental love flows without effort, filling up the low places and finding its way by instinct; like gravity, it is undeniable; like…
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Continue reading →: The Net of Indra
“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less…. any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore, never send to…
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Continue reading →: Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
It started out as a friendly discussion about plastic surgery – rhinoplasty in particular. The Youngest Daughter of the family had just returned from a trip overseas to visit relatives and was reporting on the various family members – feminine – who had their noses done – clipped. The straight…
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Continue reading →: Vincenzo
“The rights and interests of the laboring man will be protected and cared for – not by labor agitators, but by the Christian men to whom God in His infinite wisdom has given the control of the property interests of the country.” George F. Baer, President, Philadelphia & Reading Railway…
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