After the kids and grandkids had gone to bed, Suzy and I sat on the porch discussing the week. The sky was completely dark, but as we looked out a small orange light appeared on what we thought was the beach and it became brighter and brighter. We soon realized that off in the horizon…

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This day is remembered for betrayals, denials, abandonments, and loss. So much so that we forget the message that is handed out at the last supper — a promise of eternal love, forever presence, and forgiveness. Having written a novel about betrayal, “When Men Betray”, does not make me an expert on betrayal, but just…

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Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair — Langston Hughes, Mother to Son It is hard to believe that Lent is coming to an end. We feel closer to God, better about ourselves, and its okay to be a little self-righteous. The mother in Langston Hughes poem concludes. “but all the the time I’se been climbin’.” Despite all…

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In every outhrust headland, in every curving beach,, in every grain of sand there is a story of the earth. — Rachel Carson. If God places a story in every grain of sand, how much greater is your story? When I talk about my novels, I sincerely say there is a novel in each of us.…

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The cure for everything is salt water — sweat, tears, and the sea. — Isak Dinesen My daughter and I were discussing what was so special about the beach. The above quote she remembered, and contains a lot of truth. When one’s mind can’t escape troubles or worries hard work or strenuous exercise is the…

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