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I have less of an investment in my own opinions than I used to. Here I make a distinction between opinions and heart strings. The titles on the manilla folders stored in my chest cavity are still there.... I love Children, Marriage, Kindness, God. But the news flash kind of reactions to what so and so are doing or not doing are collecting like crumpled receipts from the 80's in the basement of my brain. It does not matter any more.

 

Yesterday my twins went on a walk along the tracks with the child across the street. They came home from an hour in the sunshine and wind with flushed cheeks and two bottles of booze. 

 

"Look what we found under the bridge!! I wonder who hid them there. We thought we should throw them away."

 

I am not sure what our friendly local cop would have done if he happened down our road as they were walking up. The girls left the bourbon and whiskey on the counter, where they still sat when an elderly neighbor walked in to pay me for a small sewing job. I toyed with an explanation but decided that even I would not believe it, so just trusted her to ignore the incriminating evidence or not. Maybe she has a new story about me. But I am less interested in editing other people's opinions than I once was.

 

I am here to serve marriages and match people up with the ideas and encouragement they need to keep going.