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Seeing the word “dab” for the One Day at a Time blog carnival brought back memories of my mother’s cooking. Yes, this is another non-fiction entry. I just can’t resist. My mother is a pretty good cook, at least if you like food for the health-conscious. If you’re into extremely sweet or very low fiber,…
Karl’s Story Karl was pleased that his daughter Ellen spent so much time out in the woods. That way he wouldn’t have to be embarrassed by the silly things she did. He knew he should watch her more carefully, but he had never been able to bring himself to actually do it. If he tried…
Note: This is the start of a new series, without the end of any others. I will expand on this in the series page. Briefly, I want to practice writing dialog, try various ways of presenting it, and also try presenting different views on various theological topics in a sympathetic way. Basically I’m practicing here,…
“OK, Grandpa, why the h … heck are we here again?” The words were polite enough as the 17-year-old addressed his grandfather. The tone wasn’t. “Because you enjoy driving other people around in your car, and I’m paying for your gas.” The grandfather’s words were equally sharp and direct. It was how their relationship worked,…
Luscious vines spread wide Branches trimmed fall far apart Leaves withered, fire burns. (John 15:1-8. Picture credit: Openclipart.org.) Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email. Type your email… Subscribe
“I’m going to tell you a story about the time when the orange sky gleamed,” said the old man. The children gathered around the fire moved closer. Some of them leaned forward so that they could hear the story. One of the older children wasn’t quite as interested. This is a work of fiction. Any…
