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Truth and Counterfeit What I thought was truth was counterfeit. It was only after I administered the drug and adjusted the flow level that I turned and tossed the empty container into the wastebasket. As it left my hands, I realized something wasn’t right. The neck of the vial didn’t feel the same. Hurriedly, I…
When no one is around “You just go on up the road, even when no one is around,” my neighbor told me. “It’s about half a mile after the church. The pumpkins are sitting out in the yard. It’s the honor system, you know.” The honor system, I mused. We hear about making the honor…
Searching for truth among the lies Lies and truth found their way into my sister’s mind when she was just a child. Before I was born, my father and his first wife lost a child to scarlet fever. Her name was Mary. She died the day after her third birthday in 1941. On the one…
My shadow As kids, we sang the song I Have a Little Shadow. I was fascinated by this song and loved going out into the yard to watch its changing shape. The poem by Robert Louis Stevenson is correct; sometimes the shadow is tall and sometimes it is small. Where one stands at the edge of…
Speaking Out To defend your spouse is not always a wise move. Certainly, we don’t have to tell him everything someone said negatively about him, and that’s a form of protection. I’m talking about not being honest about things that are wrong. If there is one thing about marriage I have little tolerance for, it’s…
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