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Should I Go?

Dear Diary,This evening, I glanced at a phone number and remembered it without looking twice. And, I made myself a note ... and remembered those numbers without looking again; two times in the same day! They were appreciated reminders that life is, finally, getting a...

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Sometimes, We Forget

For most of my youngest daughter's life, the devil tormented me with fear that he would take her. It didn't help that she would disappear, in a matter of seconds; many times, throughout the years. I couldn't take her shopping and let go of her hand (long enough to...

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Life and Testimony of a Converted Muslim

I Hassan, born in a orthodox family where I was hearing always about the Islam; my parent sent me to the Islamic school to learn the Quran. They want make me Hafiz’ Qari and a good preacher of Islam. I taught Quran by heart, [memorized Quran] and was studying to learn...

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The Storm

Once, as a child, we were dead center (or so it seemed) of a really severe electrical storm; with sounds so loud the affect was a bit more like explosions on our nerves. Though, thankfully, all the family was home; family couldn't even have kept us safe.We gathered...

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Think About It…

My mother has the gift of teaching and, when growing up, that included us girls. We could be doing almost anything and, suddenly, she would present a hypothetical question.On the first occasion, I recall asking her a question in return. Only, mom's response was, "No,...

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Your Choice…

After a few days of noticing a fly trapped between a screen and window (without food, water, or whatever else bugs need), since he hadn't died, I decided to open the window to let it go free. Only, the fly refused to fly away, preferring starvation and imprisonment....

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The Accident Was No Accident

It was October 9, 1964 (a chilly autumn night). We were traveling from our Gas City, Indiana home. Destination; Corbin, Kentucky, where my mother lived ... going home for the weekend.(Three weeks prior, Lawrence, my husband, had purchased a brand spanking new Chevy....

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