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In the 1920s my grandmother was given a book that was to change her life. She had lost her husband in the Great War, and she had two children to bring up on her own with very little money.

A letter to the Los Angeles Times   some years ago in response to a thought-provoking article about church caught my attention. The writer of the letter, who identified herself as a member of a Protestant denomination, lamented that her denomination had gone through what she called a “dumbing-down process.

In evaluating and analyzing world affairs from the daily news, it seems logical to identify the presence of good or evil with a particular person or group of people. Not only are these attributes applied to prominent personalities who receive ample media coverage, but are also present closer to home—with family members, neighbors, fellow employees, etc.

The advice columns that appear in many newspapers provide an interesting window into relationship challenges. Some writers may be seeking an independent assessment of who was right and who was wrong in a particular situation.

From the time I was a young teenager, I played music professionally. For several years I made a living singing, as well as playing the saxophone.

This contributor wrote the following during a lunch break on a Christian Science association day, when she was feeling so “fired up and inspired” that “the words just came pouring out. ”   Get out there and heal.

As I have grown in my understanding of spiritual healing, I am learning there is no condemnation, no incurability. There is always a way to progress and move forward.

The word provenance is defined as the history of a valued object or work of art. I recently read the book Provenance, by Laney Salisbury and Aly Sujo, which tells the true story of two men who created and sold hundreds of fake paintings.

There she was ahead of me in the grocery store—a woman of advancing years wearing a miniskirt and other attire fit for a teenager. What was she thinking? As I found myself engaged in criticism of this total stranger, my conscience began to prick me.

My husband and I recently returned from a trip to Egypt. We were among the first tourists to visit the region since the January 25 revolution that prompted the resignation of President Mubarak.