Writing

Guts, Blasphemy, and Humble Pie

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If you are feeling the need to have an elevated sense of personal importance today, this is not the column for you. Just stop now. This is an article about why you aren’t so special. Still reading? You’re the worst. Just kidding. Sort of.

Hemlocks in the Furrows

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Judgment springs up like hemlock in the furrows of the field – Hosea 10:4 Save Our Hemlocks!  Save Kentucky’s Hemlocks! Save Georgia’s Hemlocks!  Pages…

Poem for Bob Dog

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[poetry]Old dog, old dog I remember you when you were a playful pup. Though you were all Retriever I made you sled dog, pulling…