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I gave my ring away. The one that I purchased a year ago in a tiny shop along the Gainesville, Georgia, square. It was gorgeous and is called, "Th...
wrecked.org This morning I got up with the squirrels and cheered on my favorite triathlon partner as she ran a race in Manhappiness. I...
wrecked.org The rain is rattling down the drainpipe and the whoosh of a steady shower fills the empty spaces. It is lovely. ...
wrecked.org Oblivion, noun: 1. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening. 2. the state of being forgotten I&...
this blog also appears on wrecked.org I am homeless right now. No adventure-driven leap into the arms of a God I cannot see to seek and save...
Yesterday, I ran for joy. Not for a race, time, fitness or some other noble pursuit; I ran for joy. Sort of like Fo...
I was the last of four kids of a military chaotic like-named people. My dad was successful as a community leader and was given unprecedented o...
Years ago, I heard a story from a traveling guy. He had an unfortunate pompadour - a look favored by Christian leaders at the time. His h...
Saturday, friends swung by the apartment to help move furniture that would not be making the trip to Texas. With an upright Ad...
I'm not a country music fan. I don't have cowgirl boots, belt buckles, or stories of racing for prime real estate at the Country Stampede...
