Every time I begin a thought with “What if” I risk getting myself locked up in emotions and memories that feel like a hamster’s wheel. As our anniversary rolls around, I could wonder: What if I hadn’t gone to Ecuador in the fall of 1968? (For that matter, what if I...
My kids and husband could tell you, I have a hard time reining in my reactions when some people are just being who they are . . . I can become some hypercritical, hypocritical crank. Losing my charm, barely communicates how I blew it recently. Seriously. On our road...
My brother sent me a CD made by an acquaintance of his that was a collection of old-time music, mostly old hymns. Not that I listened to many hymns, and these were not in any hymnal I used. But, they were a big part of the contemporary culture of the mid-1950’s to...
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