Promises, Promises, My Kind of Promises

“Well,” she said, standing in the middle of a pile of what we might call reduced circumstances, “I guess this is my new normal.” My friend was too tired to fight the injustice that brought her to this place. In a way she accepted it as her lot in life, as a fulfillment of predictions …

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Coming in the Opposite Spirit

I’m wrestling with an attitude problem. No, it’s not the attitude of a surly teenager at the breakfast table, or a disgruntled boss who seems impossible to please, or even the doom and gloomer media riding their own tidal wave of predicted disaster into my house. It’s my own surly attitude that wants to roll …

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