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Life in a garden

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The little worm seemed to have everything a worm could possibly want in life: an important job, a nice home, plenty to eat, friends, and a virtually stress-free lifestyle. But there was something more he wished for. As of yet it remained out of reach.

Celebrity bus driver

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No one was more surprised than me when asked by Ms. S, a local teacher, to speak to her fourth-grade class about creative writing. Obviously she never talked to Mrs. Newsome my eleventh-grade English teacher at Briarwood High School, home of the Mighty Buccaneers. Then again, perhaps she had.

A teenage sponge

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Last Monday I had the opportunity to drive Little One and Sweet Caroline’s big sister to school. As we approached the railroad crossing that goes through the middle of our small, zombie-filled, Georgia town (they film a hit television show here), three unique things happened.

The redemption road

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There’s no doubt about it. I got some repenting to do. Surprisingly this story doesn’t start back on Flamingo Street. Rather it starts in our own backyard — right about the same time I turned over a rock.

The Tomato Wars

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Think tomatoes are harmless? Think again. The Tomato Wars are well underway. Garden plots all over this country are being tilled, fertilized, and de-rocked in preparation for the war that is coming to a feverous pitch.

A wonderfully sad day

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After all the cold rain of late, a walk in the woods in our backyard was unexpected. After all, it is February. It wasn’t supposed to be 65 degrees. Walking with Little One, the rare warm February afternoon afforded unique opportunities to explore the world of nature.

New milk

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New milk

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Last Saturday in our fair town, the first snowflake fell just before noon. Shortly after that, three things happened.

The Downer's Contagion

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Wherever you go, chances are, the Downer’s Contagion is already there. No matter how much you clean, it’s still inside your home. The plague is found in your kitchen. No amount of disinfectant will cleanse the table of it. Meals have now become the battleground for the Contagion.

I was wrong

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It’s taken awhile, but I’ll admit it. I was wrong. Such admission by yours truly is rare and will surely make The Wife smile. But when I say that I was wrong not once, not twice, but three times? Well, The Wife will do her happy dance.

Not gonna

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To start the New Year off right rather than a review of accomplishments from the past year, or list resolutions surely to be broken in a few short months (especially that diet/exercise one), I’m taking the path less traveled.

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