There but for the grace of God…

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These little handprints are on the sidewalk in a little town in Alabama.

Try as I might I could not make out all of the names.

Too much time and too much weather had taken their toll. Continue reading “There but for the grace of God…”

Julia’s Violinist: A Story of Love, Courage, Survival

I miss Julia.

Sometimes my need to know the “rest of the story” competes with not wanting to let the main character go by finishing a book.

I can be almost finished with a book but find that I have to force myself to read the final chapter.

This is the case with Julia, the main character in Julia’s Violinist.

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Now is the time…

“Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party” *

Like many things from my youth, this particular phrase had no meaning to me.

It was merely a mindless typing drill from when I learned to type years ago.

That is, until today, when I took  Ginny for a walk in downtown Lake Oswego, Oregon.
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