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It was the weekend, and I was watching our daughters while my wife ran errands. I decided to work in the yard of our new home while Fawn, the eight-year-old, pushed her three-year-old sister, Taffy, around on her tricycle.
London, 1976 . I was on my way to the Underground station to catch a train to work, when a man stopped me and asked if I had seen anyone in the area matching my description.
THE PROMO for a popular news program startled me. The producers promised the viewer something amazing: Every 15 minutes they would feature new headlines.
Illnesses healed . Safety in the face of disaster.
What do you think of when you hear about the Holy Ghost? Can we feel it and experience it today?
The first thing Philip Wylie wants you to know is that the regeneration of his church, Second Church of Christ, Scientist, London, came about because of the love, prayers, and work of all the members, not just a few. "It was very much a team effort," he assured me when we spoke recently about the positive changes taking place at Second Church.
OUR NEIGHBOR WAS YELLING OBSCENITIES as he roared his pickup truck back and forth across our half of the strip of land that separated his driveway from ours. My husband and I had not realized how strongly he felt about the ground cover we had planted on our half.
While contributing editor Lois Rae Carlson was working on her article "Life is safe" (p. 38), she was reassured by the following news reports: Detonators were foiled on a second bombing attempt in London, all the passengers escaped from a plane that crashed in Toronto, the crew of a stranded Russian submarine was rescued, and the space shuttle Discovery returned home safely.
I ALWAYS GOT GOOD GRADES —until my ninth-grade geometry class. When I started high school a year ago, I was accepted into a unique program called the Academy of Science and Technology.
WHENEVER I'M IN THE THICK OF PARENTING, STUCK IN AN ENDLESS circle of obsessing about circumstances I can't seem to control, a Winnie-the-Pooh story comes to mind. One snowy winter's day, Pooh is walking around a small stand of trees in circles, tracking the mysterious and never seen Woozle.