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Let’s Begin Here.
It isn’t at the beginning, but closer to the beginning than now. The year is 1964, the place Greensburg, Indiana. Here’s a Google Map of the place. (Make sure it’s in Street View.) It’s my maternal...
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Nursery Birds. Mmmm, Birds.
That’s the first “media” I ever “consumed.” Literally. Story has it my parents bought a mobile of brightly colored birds and hung it above my crib. You know, something to keep my baby-sized brain...
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Confessions of a Recovering Jesus Freak
In the early 1970s, a major shift occurred at home. Mother found God. Or, should I say, “Jesus spoke to her heart.” It happened during the summer, when Brian and I were home from school. She’d flown...
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Report Card
The year 1975 came and went without record. Literally. On Jan. 1, 1976, in my shiny-new, dark brown Page-a-Day diary, the entry reads: “…another chance to start a diary which I have neglected for a...
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Thunder Mug
Dad was a big bathroom guy. You know, with the outdoorsy magazines, the seed catalogs, paperback Westerns. The toilet was multifunctional—reading nook, meditation space and day-planning war room. Dad...
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It’s Nature’s Way
“While the cat’s away, the mice will play.” It’s almost a cliché that given the chance to have a house party while one’s parents are gone, the average American teenager will lunge at the opportunity....
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Three Octobers
At first I considered this a “failed thought experiment.” It probably came to me in the middle of the night, when I couldn’t get back to sleep. “What if,” my stupid, unsleepy monkey mind thought, “you...
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The Lisa Letters
“OPEN THIS FIRST” is scrawled on the back of a #9 envelope. In the lower right corner are the words: “MONDAY NIGHT.” The postmark is blurred beyond recognition, and the return address reads only “Lisa...
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