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Raising Cain
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Raising Cain

Apr 25, 2017 by

I feel sorry for Cain. he leaned over and whispered it to me near the end of the sermon which anyone watching would have assumed he was not listening to at all.  In typical fashion, he wiggled and wormed around in his seat doing everything but sitting up and focusing. Cain was trying, he loud-whispered, he just didn’t know. Well, I whispered back, Daddy...

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Blooming
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Blooming

Apr 9, 2017 by

Abby blooms up before me like a lily, talking like a miniature adult,  sponging up everything I say, asking me why and what’s that mean? All this as I look every night in the mirror to see more wrinkles, just a touch of silver at the hairline. Her moon waxes as mine begins to wane; she’ll tower over me before long. Ben comes to...

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