Murder, but Not Divorce

Weighing Apples

“Good Morning America,” were the words I thought to myself as I woke up at 4:00am on October 28th. I still couldn’t believe I was back home in Lake Jackson, Texas. Just six months ago I was heading away from this place into the unknown land of Vietnam. Now I am back...

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The Role

Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in my life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in a school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen. On the day the parts...

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