Month: March 1995
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Acting in play “Witness”
March 27, 1995 When South Arkansas Art Center announced try-outs for “Witness for the Prosecution,” a play by Agatha Christie, my favorite author, I had to try out for at least a walk-on. I got the part of the prosecutor and discovered I was expected to build as well as act. During the week, I…
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Kitchen Klutz
March 20, 1995 It’s my grandmother’s fault I’m a klutz: When she was a child she broke a glass while visiting a friend. The mother made a big fuss. Grandma determined to use tin cups before she would act like that. By the time I came along, Grandma had plastic and kept her really valuable…
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Peanut Butter Prayers
March 13, 1995 I was consumed with sadness, anger, grief, loss. I wanted to have everything returned the way it was. As I made lunch for my preschooler and our current baby I emphatically told God what He needed to do for me. Before lunch, I said the perfunctory grace of gratitude even though I…