No Regrets

    Just about the time that I hit the driveway, heading down toward the street, I heard the screen door slam on the front of the small bungalow where we were living, in the back of Aunt Edna’s house on Lowen St. I was heading for school, late as usual, with a long walk…

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Happy Easter

This is my Spiritual Birthday. I was born again, ask Jesus to come into my heart, converted , repented of my sins, at seven years of age. It was Easter evening in Long Beach , Calif. Fern Luther,a young single women from Iowa , put on a Easter play in our youth department. I went…

I’d Rather Be There

        Let’s face it.  Much of our life is spent wishing we were someplace else.  Especially when stress and disagreeable circumstances press in on us.  When this happens, most of us have places we can escape to, even if it’s only in our memory:  Better days, better places, anywhere but here. Grandpa…