Fasting with Little Debbie

I need to confess something and unburden my conscience.  I know you, the reader, won’t judge.  I’m not looking for pardon or forgiveness so much as understanding and compassion, maybe even some kindred spirits to offer an understanding ear.  Ok. Here it is.  I confess:  I have a craving for Little Debbie snack cakes that

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The Religion of Reading Fiction

Every day, when I get into my truck to go to work, I carry the same load: my briefcase, a thermos of coffee and whatever book I happen to be reading. I don’t usually put the book in my briefcase. With my laptop and two journals (one for work and one for writing), it makes

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