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Enoch – Then & Now
I have a cast iron skillet – my original one, actually. I have named it Enoch. You will learn why, if you read this post. I enjoy cooking. Love it, in fact. Several years ago, I read about cast iron and decided to give it a whirl. Amazon to the rescue. A large skillet arrived, weighing approximately the same as…
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Waiting
Action is easier for some than others. It’s pretty much been my go-to standard. Several weeks ago, I was praying – bantering in my own way. It was the middle of the night and I was wide awake. Questioning. Searching. Wondering. Listening. The Littles were snoozing quietly. It was just me and the world – and Whomever was listening. And…
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Alone Versus Lonely
At work, I function as kind of an extrovert—unless I happen to be in “analyst” mode. Then, not so much. I have come to the conclusion that the extrovert is simply my “business casual” work personality rather than apparel. What I find these days is that after a series of days being bathed in fluorescent light, seated in my cubicle,…
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Memories of Dad
He was born in Virginia during a time of financial difficulty in the United States. Lloyd Harden Garretson, July 1, 1924. In my opinion, the world became a better place upon his arrival. As a youth, he had two paper routes each day to help his family survive — one before school and one after. With his bicycle, he faithfully…
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Seasons
It’s been a minute since I dropped anything here. I’ve been busy – not in the ways people normally say that. I’ve been busy emerging, which is my “one word” for 2026. Emerging from what, you may ask? Hermit mode Commuting Past triggers – such as rejection Embracing the joy of writing children’s books Mingling at a festival Growing up…
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The Mirror Holds
There are moments in life when the soul may shatter like glass—fractured by pain, yet somehow still hold together. I’m not a doctor, so my words aren’t clinical; they’re simply the observations of someone who has walked a road of resiliency and healing. Fragments This isn’t about judgment. It’s about honoring those who, though wounded, manage to pull themselves out…
