Monday, 11/22/2010 (5:30 am) Woke up this morning with the lines of a poem I wrote years ago titled To a Friend. I realize now that thoughts of Denis hovered yesterday while I was at the Miami Book Fair as an author, showcasing two of my published books. It was as if Denis was reaching […]
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True story: I was commuting home this evening. While waiting on the 2nd bus to arrive, I briefly glanced at the time: 5:13 pm. Good. This gives me a few minutes to continue reading a book by Neal A. Lester titled Ntosake Shange: A Critical Study of the Plays (1995). I was happy I’d get home
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Our WORDS have creative power – choose wisely… Sunday, November 7, 2010 at 9:17 am Whether written or spoken, each of us has within us the divine ability to “call those things that be not as though they were.” (Romans 4:17) In other words, we can cause either death or life to come forth in
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I love quotes by Theodore Roosevelt, the 26th US President from 1901 – 1909, once said: “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. “The credit belongs to the man who is actually in
“Truth is a rock & doesn’t shift to accommodate our changing fashion. Wrong will never be right no matter how we may dress it in right’s clothing. A lie will never be true no matter how often or how loudly we repeat it. To deceive others is reprehensible; to deceive ourselves is a tragedy.” –
(Wednesday, 7/20/1994) During the past 10 years that I’d known Bernie, I came to realize that when he was around, there was never a dull moment. There was always something done or said that would bring a smile to your face. (It took me a while to get use to his brand of humor because
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Sunday, December 13, 1992 For the countless times you encouraged me, and the sleepless nights you watched over me, For the many tears that you shed for me, and the many prayers that you prayed for me: I want you to know that I can never repay for all of the sacrifices that you have
(Dedicated to my co-worker Denis Knaack – Tuesday, 7/28/1992 @ 6:20 am) Something caught my eye at work this morning That really touched my heart. Seeing what I saw was really not expected And it gave me quite a start. There on the table was a roll of tissue Wrapped in ribbons of purple, pink
