My mother had a condition that put her in a wheelchair the last few years of her life. The issue was her feet, but it was bad enough that she had been in a wheelchair for some time. In fact, I’m not sure that my children recall her ever not being in a wheelchair. One…

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“Hello, my name is Rusty.” Hi Rusty. “I’m a FIXER. My DNA has made me this way. I’ve been working on this (fixing myself) for years now and have been quasi-sober for about 13 hours…” I’m not sure what the draw is, the drive that pushes me to instinctively try to fix everything. I’m not…

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It was not uncommon for my kids to have friends over at dinner time. And traditionally, including the house I grew up in, it was commonplace to invite the same friend to stay for dinner. After all, with our crew, there was a blessed amount of food on the table at each meal. On one…

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Seems that everywhere I look on Medium I’m finding more and more writing about, well, let’s just say anti-conservative views. If this comment makes you angry or pushes you to rush to the bottom of my article to fire back a grimaced-faced reply, well then, yup, that. I joined Medium as a way to write…

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Here’s the deal, when my kids were old enough to start middle school, round about 12-years old, they were allowed to go to bed as late as they wanted. Really. As. Late. As. They. Wanted.* (note little starry thingie) About the “*,” the caveat was that they could not surf television, but could read a…

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I’ve been married for a few years (okay, over 27!). With that, we have six children, with each one of them married and doing pretty good in their own regard. Statistically speaking, you would think that one of them would be way off the tracks — I mean far enough off that they would need a boat…

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