Author: Kathy Sheldon Davis
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The “Thank Dad Here” House
With our tummies full of chilled root beer and the window rolled down on hot summer evenings, I squeezed my bony knees together under my cotton dress, anticipating the moment we’d pass the designated house. I practiced the thank-you-for-the-root-beer-dad speech in my mind, hoping it would sound unrehearsed when I delivered it. My Mission As strongly as a…
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Why this Old Girl Shouldn’t Worry
Do you remember waking up as a young child with concern for the economy, the future, or your health? Not me! As soon as my eyes popped open, the adventures began. Some things shouldn’t change I move more slowly in the morning now, but when my eyes flutter open I turn my heart to the One…
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Keeping the Joy
My son and his wife and daughter from Florida are here this week, and we’re filling our days with all the touches of love that we can – from siblings, aunties and uncles, great-grandparents, and more. We’ve played Frisbee on the beach at Florence, popped in to see old friends from church, visited family in Portland, and sat…
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When our Heroes Showed Up
My husband rented a log splitting machine last Saturday hoping we could split our year’s supply of firewood in a day, but we were in over our heads. When I arrived Jerry was pushing against a segment of the tree that didn’t want to budge. It looked like a slice of sausage still attached by the skin, and he had to roll it back…
