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        I am a morning person more than nights.  I like when day and world both feel new, not tired and worn and trodden.  If to be alone and in mind to self, I’d rather it be in beginning than in end.  In beginning, mind goes to all it hopes and dreams in day to live.  At […]

        Do you ever have a day when you feel like throwing up?  The devil fills your mind with horrible thoughts and you know you should but can’t let them go?  Bitterness, enmity, all you know you shouldn’t hold—but are in you still—rising, just beneath the surface—bubbling in—wanting to boil over and spill their invective?   […]

        4AM, I couldn’t sleep, woke and been up since one.  I slept downstairs as Bridgette packed, bedroom organized and laid out for the ten day trip in which I’ll remain behind—right or wrong—on the self and professional guilt that the fieldwork is not done and, another body short on the farm and having […]

        Last night, I went to the fair on our small town square.  It was after work.  I showered and went, relieving my mom who came down from the city to help with the boys while Audrey and Bridgette are at volleyball and I am in the fields.         It was more special […]

               “Then David gathered all the people together, and went out against Rabbath: and after fighting, he took it.  And he took the crown of their king from his head, the weight of which was a talent of gold, set with the most precious stones, and it was put upon David’s head, and the spoils […]