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               I go back to old books.  I go back to old reads—one that feel as friend when, in reading, they speak to me again.                Walker Percy is one for me.  Even if few know or read him now-a-days, I do.                I went back to another read today; one I’ve read, I couldn’t […]

        Truth, I didn’t feel like doing it—but I did.         My hamstrings still hurt from squats the day before.  It was a struggle to reach my feet, to put on socks and tie my shoes—but I managed.         My intention was hang cleans and incline press, but I reconsidered.  I […]

               Do you ever find miraculous the little ways God surprises: preparing and foreshadowing in use of our own words, and others, toward moment we’d never expect?                It happened to me yesterday.                This past Sunday, I saw a friend at Mass.  His is one of the first friendly faces we met at the […]

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