As often happens in life, my future was unknown. I couldn’t have imagined at the age of 50, I would become the owner and operator of Mary Anne’s Hallmark Shoppe.
1964 – It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are becoming hopelessly addicted to the output of the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the temptation mightily.
“What this adds up to, then, is this. No more lies, no more pretense. Tell your neighbor the truth. In Christ’s body we are all connected to each other, after all. When you lie to others, you end up lying to yourself.”
I wouldn’t even be telling you this
if it wasn’t that I had recently seen posts on Facebook
who had observed the same event
that I experienced…….
Trying to navigate the unfamiliar left hand turn at a cross section,
I didn’t see the traffic light.
It was blinking red, apparently.
Remembering MARY They appeared just before the service began. He carried a small pillow under his arm. I wondered why. Together they sat in the front pew, listening attentively. One Sunday, as the service ended, Mary’s husband stood to leave. The pillow he had carried under his arm now lay on the church pew where […]
We are the most respected nation in the world.
We have no need for “factual” propaganda
if such a thing exists.
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When lilac bushes appear in a vacant field,
we know an old Michigan farm
once stood nearby.
Today, the television brings the world into my living room.
The good news, the bad news and news that isn’t news at all
invades my life