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I approached the back door, and there they were: beautiful works of art, basking in the sun.

They were porcelain white and flawless.

I was in awe.

“How do you do it?” I asked my friend.

Dear Editor,

Meals served at America’s public schools drew great attention during the onset of former First Lady Michelle Obama’s Let’s Move initiative in 2011 and again a year ago during the pandemic when students were often at home instead of school.

Understanding one’s dreams has been a quest for thousands of years. Are they true? Do they have significance in our present life? Or are the vivid ones simply the result of too much pepperoni on last night’s pizza?

When I look back to the Fourth of July during my earliest years, it wasn’t a party. There were no computer-generated displays of fireworks.

It would begin, instead, with a qui et picnic lunch underneath a church cross.

Looking down on those considered the opposition can be done, but history teaches that it’s not a well-advised practice. It doesn’t matter who warns against it, the list of the over-confident requires vast amounts of ink.

It was a thousand nautical miles ago when the daughter and I rode in circles in our little, family boat, just beyond the boat ramp at Dekle Beach.

Most adults know what the Golden Rule is and we’re pretty sure what it means. Whether we practice it is another matter. We are likely to recognize it in its simplest of forms.

My son called me on Friday to congratulate me that from now on, my birthday, June 19, will be a federal holiday. I told him to enjoy the day off but still go ahead with whatever plans he may have had for sending me a gift. He was not amused.

When the Lottie Moon Offering was taken each year at our church, my father stood behind the back pew in the large sanctuary, which accommodated more than 200 people, while various women’s circles and youth organizations voiced their individual tot