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A preacher said to a farmer, “Do you belong to the Christian family/” “No,” he said, “they live two farms down.” “No, I mean are you lost?” “No, I’ve been here thirty years.” “I mean, are you ready for Judgement Day?” “When is it?” “Could be today or tomorrow.

There are a lot of things being updated for the “baby boomers” including some classic tunes. One of our “baby boomer” readers recently shared some of her favorite “updates” . . .

My father was also my pastor for half of my lief. I have such great memories of that church and those who attended. Recently I read an article written by Walker Moore about “Country” churches and it brought back so many memories…. I grew up attending small, country churches.

Under no circumstances should any white person say the N-word. It has been communicated to everyone that, for historically understandable reasons, that word is per se offensive when uttered by anyone who is not black. But what about the term “illegal alien”?

Memorial Day 2013 — In a different time and country, this used to be Decoration Day, when the graves of the fallen were tended, blue and gray, alike in one nation once again indivisible. Now it’s called Memorial Day – another three-day weekend, the official kickoff of summer.

• I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.•. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.•. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.•.

Not too long ago I had “one of those days.” I was feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller processing my deposit had to start over three times.

THE EYE OF THE STORMSunday morning at our house is a little like Dante’s Inferno. A great lament goes up among the children when they discover someone else has gone before them into the water chamber. In a few moments I will hear the hum of hair dryers and the shouts of, “Has anybody seen my brush?

LOST WORDS FROM OUR CHILDHOODI know some of you are too young to even have heard these words (unless you heard your grandparents say them) but they are still fun to say, and for those of you who don’t know what some of these words or sayings mean ask your grandparents or a person older than 60!!

When I was growing up in Houston, our family lived across the street from a man and woman who had married later in life. Mr. Brill met and married Mr. Roberts after her childbearing years had passed, so the two of them enjoyed a honeymoon that lasted well into retirement.