I grew up in California and have may friends and family members who live there.
They speak with growing concern about the severe drought that grips the state, and, when your father-in-law grows oranges, it touches us personally. 599 more words
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I grew up during the 1970′s.
It was the era of high inflation, gas lines, and deep recessions. It was also the Cold War era. 808 more words
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It’s been six weeks since my dad passed away.
And since I last wrote about the subject, my mood has improved and the heaviness has largely lifted. 497 more words
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It’s been a month now since losing my dad.
I’ve walked others through grief. And I have seen how 3-6 weeks afterwards often begins the deepest valley. 663 more words
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In all my years of pastoral counseling, and in my own soul’s journey, the issue of fatherhood comes up again and again.
There’s something about dads that shape us in profound ways, ways we often don’t realize. 656 more words
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My dad was the kind of man who always flew the flag on all the patriotic holidays.
He taught me how to honor the flag, to fold it correctly, and initiated me into a shared heritage of proud American men. 521 more words
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