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“Doing Church” at Home

Yesterday, my wife and I propped ourselves up on a pew (bed) and tuned into an online worship service. This is how people “do church” in 2020 QA (the Quarantine Age). But it wasn’t new to us. Back in the … Continue reading

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I Am a Novelist!

When I was a kid I wanted to be everything. I practiced tight rope walking on the chain-link fence behind my buddy Jeff’s house in preparation to join the circus; explored the city sewers, preparing to become a world-class archeologist; … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

Fun House of Pain My fingers have every reason to think I hate them. I cut more chunks out of them than I did any actual wood when I whittled as a kid. (“Note: Carve away from us, not towards … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

I Can’t Help Myself! As a result of my regular self-disfigurements, Mom and Dad began keeping a closer watch on me. But then I was set free by the most reckless device known to boy: A Bike! We lived in … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

“If Adventure has a Name…” Impulsive actions make great movie scenes. But in real life they can get you killed. Or worse: in trouble with Mom and Dad. I mentioned previously that I was clumsy. I’ve come to the conclusion … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

Animals Just Love Me to Death I love animals. And as a result, I suppose, as with humans, few are indifferent to me. Most think I’m swell. But some, like humans, want to kill me. The latter are the source of … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

Let the Scarring Begin! I have an impressive collection of scars, despite the fact that I’ve never played hockey or rugby. Yes, I’m clumsy. I’m not proud of that fact, I’m simply resigned to it. It’s been there from the … Continue reading

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