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Discovering the Gift
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"A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Arise and shine for your light has come
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Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Smexy Historical Romance
Inspiration for meeting life's challenges.
I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
because anything is possible with Charisma
Few sisters have a relationship like ours. We are just the right mix to survive the craziness we call life.
The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
(re)Living History, with occasional attempts at humor and the rare pot-luck subject. Sorry, it's BYOB. All I have is Hamm's.
In the not-so-distant future, you'll wish you wrote down everything your kids said. Now's your chance!
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