To the Republic
With a puzzled look on his face, Justin, a sandy-colored hair cutie, asked, “How do people say the pledge in […]
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To Hale and Back
“Deep roots are not reached by the frost.” J.R.R. Tolkien As I gaze at the changing elms and maples around
Feeling the Heat
It was hotter than 90 degrees one summer day forty years ago. The sun was sizzling. Mom plastered us in
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The Family Table
By all means pull up a chair. You’re invited to the Family Table. If you would, please save the head