Facing St. Peter

I’ve cut people off on the highway. I’ve told a white lie or two. When I was in college, I didn't return the $10 the convenience store cashier handed me thinking it was a dollar bill. When my day comes and I get sent to the Pearly gates and Saint Peter asks me why he... Continue Reading →

My little black book

I reviewed my day and made three imaginary check marks in my imaginary little black book.  I donated a few dollars to the American Red Cross and scheduled a day and time in my calendar to give blood, check mark. I kept my cool, but stood up to a peer, who has a tendency to speak... Continue Reading →

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