Red packed a set of long, sharp spurs, and his head was a quarter-size of a backhoe bucket. But when it got right down to a head –bustin’-new-ground-tore-up-fight, Red wasn’t there- Red was a certified coward.
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When I was in the eighth grade and my two younger sisters were in the sixth grade, we discovered if we really, really wanted something, my Dad was the one to hit up for it, not my stepmom. My stepsister, Lorrie, was my Dad’s favorite—he never tried to hide the fact—so Lorrie was always the one s
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Perhaps the most common attitude among “religious” people is the attitude that one church is as good as another.
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“Her real name is Mary Margaret McBride”, I said. Bett and I were watching an old movie. “No, that wasn’t her name,” Bett said.
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Awhile back, while visiting my sister and brother-in-law in Mt. Juliet, they took me to eat at local Martin’s Barbeque Joint at 7238 Nolensville Road, Nolensville, TN 37135.
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If you have a twitter account, there are several things that get you excited that others may find silly. Obtaining followers would be a crazy sounding scenario in any other situation. What about when a famous person follows you?
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On what day of the week were you born? Recently, I found a decorative plate that I used in my baby daughters’ bedrooms (decades ago). It is decorated with Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls and has the “Monday’s Child” poem on it:
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Red packed a set of long, sharp spurs, and his head was a quarter-size of a backhoe bucket. But when it got right down to a head –bustin’-new-ground-tore-up-fight, Red wasn’t there- Red was a certified coward.
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On June 16th, I had the opportunity to travel to Leon, Nicaragua, the second largest city in that country. After six hours in a plane and a three hour van ride, we arrived at our home for the week, anxious to get to our work site and see what the week had in store for us. The next week would ch
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The morning after my husband’s release from the hospital, where he had been because of heart problems, he went blackberry picking. When I got home yesterday, he was in the garden picking Crowder peas. It was pouring down rain. I wasn’t surprised. A couple of days before, he brought in a bucke
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