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After a lifetime of trying to deny it I am finally willing to concede that there are forces beyond human control at work in each of our lives.
By William GaitherSeptember 1976It was a dismally beautiful afternoon. In fact, it was so beautiful that Samantha wondered if it would ever end. The trees were so green, the light green that only early spring can offer.
By Richard WilliamsJune 1976Little Rebecca has inherited her mother’s desire to explore foreign places. She can sit in the car happily singing, sleeping or just watching the world go by for ten hours as long as she is moving on to new people and places. Some morning she’ll run to the car demanding to “go, go, go someplace.”
By Judy BrattenMay 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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