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For the last twelve years, I have been researching Guatemala for my latest novel, “The Secret of San Pedro La Laguna.” My research on Native American Historical Trauma here in America convinces me that the folks of the second and third generation of Northern Guatemala Maya people are most certainly faced with the consequences of…
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This is a sermon I gave last year, abbreviated a little for space. We were still recovering emotionally from Ara’s accident and I was feeling very reflective about losses and how they affect your life. I have been reading JoAnn Lyon’s book, the Ultimate Blessing, in her chapter about the blessing of loss. Last week I…
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I am happy to say that I made it through the week without incident. My goal was to maintain my dignity and Christian values each day. I was able to explain without rancor that my job position was terminated. Angry customers and friends were pacified and life moves on. “Perhaps this is my reward for…
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Code Switching: I ran across this term in the book I am reading about a church. “Have you ever found yourself adjusting the way you talk or behave when transitioning from one environment to another? Perhaps you shift from casual banter with friends to adopting a more formal tone in professional settings. Many refer to…
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Many years ago, my father pointed out one pretty picture in his collection of oil and water paintings at our farm and told me to take care of it. I hauled it from there to my new home a couple years ago and left it packed behind my desk. Last week I thought I’d bring…
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From Aunt Erma’s Cope Book My mom, Mary, loved Erma Bombeck. She bought her paperbacks and read her newspaper articles, often clipping them out and sending them to me…a young wife and mother. Bombeck’s timeless humor was an encouragement in those days of stress and struggle. I saw myself in some of her predicaments like…
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Someday when I see perfectly clearly a feeling preserved forever in some connection within my flesh and blood, it’s a “crystal clear moment.” Oh, bring these moments in a parade to me when I am old and my newnesses slow to nothing. Give me these happinesses to grin absently at and speak to again across time.…
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Letter #1 On the first envelope, the cancellation date was 1937, with a number of smudged cancellation postmarks. I’d need a magnifying glass to read them. There were three different-colored stamps. The return address was simply “Sig Johnson, Retalhuleu, Guat.” I wondered what that even meant. Opening the flap on the pale blue envelope I…
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NURSING HOME SERMONS Abraham breathed his last and died in a ripe old age, an old man and satisfied with life; and he was gathered to his people. Genesis 25:8 Speaking of living a long time, did you notice the days are getting longer? Yes, the Spring Dandelions are poking their sunny yellow heads…
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George McElroy, photographer from Hayward, WI documented our lifestyle and region.
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Anthony Judson Hayward must have come to the site of the town named in his honor well before November 11, 1880, the date the North Wisconsin Lumber Company was organized.
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