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Hard Work Years ago, one of my sisters needed our help. She’d purchased an old house that she could turn into a rental. But, before she could rent the house, it needed a major makeover. And so began the hard work. Enlisting the help of our three sons and two nephews, we started tearing off…

Imprisoned by Unforgiveness There was a time in my life when I lived behind the bars of unforgiveness. These bars were made from all the grudges I held against my dad and I shared my cell with bitterness, anger, resentment and spite. It was not a very happy time in my life, but I will…

Cleaning Up During my early teen years, I lived with my grandma for a short stint of about six months. Unlike Mom, Grandma was an excellent cook. Her butterscotch cream pie was rich, creamy and smooth. Her jello salads were never runny and though I did not like sauerkraut, when she served pork roast with…

Practice From about the time our second born son was six until he was nearly eighteen, he took piano lessons. As a beginner, the music he played was simple, but as the years went on, the music became more complex and complicated.  But, no matter how uncomplicated or complicated the piece of music his piano…