I can still remember something special about that evening, at my great Aunt Bubba and Uncle Ollie’s house (yes, we actually called them that). And that’s in spite of the fact that I was only about four years old, almost 7 decades ago. My mom had just given my younger brother and me a bath. And she was about to take me out to … The rest of the story…
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It was a clear cool morning about three years ago. Or wait. Maybe it was three years from now. I suppose it doesn’t matter. The point is, little Ivanto woke up, before sunrise, and saw beautiful colors swirling around his room in glass bubbles. There were thousands of these little orbs, and every few seconds one would smash into the wall and burst. And … The rest of the story…
If you’ve walked on this here terra firma for more than just a tiny little bit, you’ve heard the story of chicken Little. And you get the gist of it. Right? I saw this description of what Chicken Little means: An article said that bird character “has become almost synonymous with alarmism, with the term being used to describe people who needlessly stoke fear … The rest of the story…
There I was, a nine year old boy in the attic of a very old country house at the end of a dusty Kansas road. Well, it wasn’t actually the end of the road if you had the right kind of vehicle. The kind that could drive down the rocky incline, through the shallow creek, and up the other side where the dusty road … The rest of the story…
OK, let me tell you the story the old character in my head told me. And you can share it with your little kids. Or share it with someone who has little kids. Anyway, here it is. One morning, about three years ago. Or was it three years from now? No matter. Let me tell you what happened to Ivanto. But whatever you do, … The rest of the story…
What do these next sentences have in common? 1) Henry was a hippo, and I don’t know if you know this, but hippos are HUGE. 2) Tiny, smooth ripples at the edge of a large, starlit lake; slender fingers of tall green grass swayed gently back and forth; miniature minnows made swirls and darted away. 3) Daren was a dreamer. 4) “C’mon Andy,” Danny grumbled to himself, “Where … The rest of the story…