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Growing Roots

It was only a year ago that my visit to Tennessee was coming to a close. Being with my son and daughter-in-law had been a joy, and I felt torn heading north to the city that had been my home for more years than I care to admit. No matter where I drove on Tennessee’s...

Not One of Us

While thinking about what to write today, a tale about a man attending a certain church for the first time came to mind. He had spruced himself up as well as he could that Sunday morning. His shirt with frayed collar and a small, neatly mended patch beside the second...