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Coffeetime: Deep seat and a tight hold

January 2020 gave no indication just how rough a ride it was going to get for everyone on this planet. We had fairly-run-of-the-mill problems and successes the first couple of months. Little did we...

 

Coffeetime In a fizz

While working in my front yard the other day, I noticed the mailman zip past our house without stopping. Not too unusual and my only thought was, “Evidently had no mail today.” But just a few...

 

Coffeetime: How to simply not live

A few years ago, we were introduced to a book titled “How Not to Die” by Dr. Michael Greger. This physician wrote an excellent book chock full of advice for keeping your body as healthy as you...

 

Coffeetime: Whaddya mean – I owe money?

When Andy was an 11-year-old boy, he and his 8-year-old brother decided they were old enough to buy some calves to raise. This meant feeding, watering and daily maintenance – freezing temperatures...

 

Coffeetime: It's hot back here

Years ago, when we were a family of two young boys with their Mom and Dad, we traveled quite a bit. We were either headed to a church where Andy was scheduled to speak, or leaving to come home. And...

 

Coffeetime: Doug's dog-dipping days

If you have ever wanted to ask a couple how they have successfully stayed married for many decades, then this story is for you. In our column a few weeks ago, you read a story from Doug and Joan, who...

 

Fooled by what you see

Tom lived in Smallsville. Everybody knew each other, and they all knew each other’s routines and habits. Tom had grown up in that town, and all the citizens of Smallsville knew of Tom’s rough and...

 

Hammers, tenacity and patience

A few months ago, we relocated to a completely different part of the state. We sold our house, packed up everything that wasn't nailed down, and dumped our lives into another home in another city....

 

Coffeetime: Don't do that if it hurts

Several years ago, Andy developed a “hitch-in-his-get-along,” as his mom used to call it. Back when he was playing racquetball on a regular basis, while competing in a heated game he had run full...

 

Cofffeetime: Dense … or just different?

We went for our daily walk together that evening, just like always. As we passed a neighbor’s home a few houses down from us, Renie remarked, “Hey, look, they are evidently redoing the flower bed...

 

Coffeetime Above all – don't let Daddy down

As a kid, Andy was outdoors during much of the summer months. And not lying by the pool with a Coke in one hand and a fetch-it stick for his dog in the other. His dad started him at age nine to help...

 

Coffeetime: Coffee cups have rims

That fateful morning I quickly poured my cup of coffee as soon as it was hot and ready. I’d been looking forward to it all the way to the office. Well, yes, I guess could have been a little too...

 

Coffeetime My bed was already on fire

A book title, “It Was On Fire When I Laid Down On It” caught my eye a few years ago. Curiosity being what it is, I looked up the story behind that title. True story. A small local fire department...

 

COFFEETIME: Free belly laughs

I can be sitting at my desk, deeply engrossed in thinking of a serious crisis the world is facing, my mind spiraling in never-ending circles, like water going down a drain. And as I contemplate the...

 

Coffeetime: The cussin' pastor

He was so upset that fateful Sunday morning. The Ol’ Devil had been busy, creating heartache and emotional injury in his small East Texas town. So the young pastor had decided that it was time to...

 

Goldie's news home

Some friends of ours tell this story from the earlier years of their marriage this way: We were living in South Texas temporarily, several hundred miles from our family and dear friends. While Doug worked long hours at a construction job there and ha...

 

Coffeetime: Just what snakes do

Do you remember the tale of the fellow who was walking down the road in front of his house one bitterly cold morning? He came across a small half-frozen poisonous snake lying beside the pavement....

 

Coffeetime: Sandlot optimism

The stranger in the tiny town walked up to the sandlot baseball field to watch a group of loud and excited ragtag boys playing a pickup game of baseball. After a few minutes of listening to the crack...

 

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