The sun hung like an orange Chinese lantern in the eastern sky as I glided down the highway toward the stone gates. A light mist […] Read More
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So Cheekwood was this boring place when I was a kid. All flowers and art museum and who cares about all of that? I certainly […] Read More
Maybe some of you had already gotten over it, but this “Psalm 109:8” thing was new to me. We were driving down the road and […] Read More
I could never be chronically ill in such a way that required the frequent drawing of blood. I tend to get faint. It’s one of […] Read More