When We Were Friends

Maybe it was twenty-five years ago. Maybe it was only one. Or two. We were friends, weren’t we? Our children grew up together. We lived next door to each other. Or maybe you were in my wedding. Did you throw a baby shower for me? Where are you now? Did …

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To Those Given Much

“From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked” (Luke 12:48). This past week I’ve received two messages from friends of friends looking for donations to fund medical expenses. Both of these direly …

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When I Was A Bully

Her name was Marie.  We were in first grade at a Catholic School in a small Midwestern town. It doesn’t matter where we were or how old we were.  My classmates and I were bullies.  We weren’t just mean we were cruel.  I wasn’t friends with Marie, but I’ve never …

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All I Want For Christmas

I had song lyrics in my head driving home from a week-early celebration with my family, but I realized it was a bit too much like “All I Want For Christmas Is You” which I believe Mariah Carey had a hit with a few years ago. Mine went something like …

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Skydiving

The first time I saw skydivers I was a kid growing up in rural Illinois.  They looked like they were dropping from the sky into the cornfields.  I don’t know where they actually landed, but that’s when I first decided I wanted to do that, too. Fast forward about forty-five years …

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I’ll Call You

“I’ll call you” is what “friends” might say right before you never hear from them again. What you may expect is that said friend will call you later the same day, or once they’re free from whatever kept them from talking to you. But “I’ll call you” is open-ended. There’s …

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Ten, The End

That evening Sue allows me to take her out to dinner for her upcoming birthday.  We go to a Mexican restaurant.  It’s practically deserted, due in part to the weather, I’m sure. Friday she and I meander around town together.  She needs a few things for her house.  The rain …

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Nine, The Rest of the Trip

On Tuesday Sue and I head to Utica because there is a place there that does wine tasting and features wine from a local winery.  The entire time I lived in IllinoisI don’t think I was ever in the town of Utica unless it was to pass through to get …

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Eight, The Rest of the Trip

The drive is uneventful otherwise.  We talk some but mostly we listen to Steve’s CD’s.  He has them in a metal case and he’s very good about changing them.  He has a variety of music and I don’t get bored.  We stop for gas, a Coke for me.  We polish …

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Barb’s Box of Stuff

When you’re looking at downsizing your living quarters you have to make some tough decisions about what you’ll be getting rid of. In a far back corner of my closet there is a box of stuff I’ve saved for over fifteen years.  Things I kept when we moved to our …

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