Everyday I wake up and my small world is the same.
There but for the grace of God…
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.
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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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