When I was 16 in 1965, my brother had a band. In the basement. I don’t remember its name now — aging does that to a
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The border country
I saw a recent cartoon on Facebook that seemed to be a collective voice these days. A stick figure was standing beneath a hovering UFO,
In the beginning … one year of this blog!
I can’t believe it’s been one year since I started this blog Stories for the Journey: Reflections on Life and the Spirit. I’ve written a