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Gifts of an obituary artist

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A friend of mine who has a penchant for sending along lovely, thoughtful gifts outdid himself a while back. The contents of the package quickly became one of my favorite gifts ever.

I called him up immediately. “Oh thank you! I can’t recall receiving ever a better gift,” I gushed softly but sincerely. “I dearly love it.” Read More»

Helping others by praying

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It’s just funny, I guess, the way I get caught up in the lives of other people, folks I don’t even know. Yet I share their sorrow or rejoice with their successes. And they feel like friends, though most of them I have never met and suppose I never will.

A woman sent me an email the other day. I didn’t recognize her name at all. The message was simple, “Thank you for helping my aunt during this sad time since she lost my uncle.” Read More»

Helping others by praying

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It’s just funny, I guess, the way I get caught up in the lives of other people, folks I don’t even know. Yet I share their sorrow or rejoice with their successes. And they feel like friends, though most of them I have never met and suppose I never will.

A woman sent me an email the other day. I didn’t recognize her name at all. The message was simple, “Thank you for helping my aunt during this sad time since she lost my uncle.” Read More»

Good old King James

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Perhaps you’ve heard. It’s been the source of newspaper, magazine and television stories as they all pay tribute to the anniversary of the King James Bible. It’s a sprightly 400 years old.

On one point do all writers and reporters seem to agree: It’s old but not particularly cherished because few people read that version of the Bible these days. It’s once solid popularity has been eclipsed by the wildly successful New International Version (NIV). Read More»

Knowing better

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When Nix, the unpredictable, funniest kid in our family, was 4 years old, he found himself in some bit of trouble, though we’ve now all forgotten what it was. Only the punch line lingers in our minds.

“Nix, why did you do that?” his mama asked in her strictest tone.

The cotton-topped youngster spread his hands, palms up, his blue eyes wide at his predicament. “I don’t know. I know better but sometimes I just can’t help myself.” Read More»

What happened to that family?

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For a long time, I’ve driven past that house and thought how happy it looked. Isn’t it funny how you can look at a house and know that laughter rings within its walls? Read More»

Marrying a mean woman

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Now, we all knew that wasn’t going to work. Not for one cotton-picking minute did we think that those two could say “I do” and keep that vow until one of ‘em stopped breathing.

Not unless, of course, one of ‘em was the reason that the other one exited this life.

“They’ll kill each other,” a friend, old and wise and familiar with them both, had said. “He’s a raging Cajun and she’s just plain mean.” Read More»

Washin’ up the dishes

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A friend, en route from Charlotte to Atlanta, stopped to spend the night with me. I knew she needed more than a comfortable bed. She needed a hot meal. That’s Southern hospitality as we’ve taught to practice it — the comforts of our home shared with a friend.

Deb is a country girl, raised in the mountains of North Carolina so I felt pretty confident that I could cook up a country dinner and she’d appreciate it. And she did. Read More»

End of the Great Debate

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It’s been almost 30 years since Debbie and I, as school girls, began the great debate. Over the ensuing years, we have each stood firmly on what we believed to be true. There was no compromising, moving or being reasonable.

One night all those years ago when I was hanging out at her house, which I did a lot in those days, I commented, “Did you know that Solomon was black?” Read More»

Dixie Dew’s BIG news

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It’s me. Dixie Dew, again. Y’all who read this column regularly know that I am Ronda’s adorable and svelte (though she writes differently) dachshund.

This is the third time I’ve guest-written this column but since it’s Mother’s Day, I’m giving her the day off. This is my gift to Mama. She’s been working on a tight deadline for a new book so she’s earned a rest.

I have another reason, too. It’s probably a bit selfish but let’s face it – it’s a dog-eat-dog world out there so a dog’s gotta take care of herself. Read More»