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Waffle Fail!

I’m the head chef around here, and Saturday & Sunday morning, I usually cook us a pretty good breakfast… Something went slightly awry this morning.

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Sandlot Memories

I grew up on vacant lots in the little desert town of Buckeye, Arizona; those bare patches of ground were the places I smiled and laughed the most. We had no boundaries as such, except the daylight; when night came calling, we reluctantly left the game of the day and headed for home. (I don’t think we broke any windows.)

A Game Forgot


sandlot baseballSummer day, schoolwork forgotten

Air filled with mindless chatter

Pitcher glares toward home plate

Fielders shout, hey batter hey batter


Ball speeds to the redheaded batter

Louisville Slugger in his grip

Gonna knock that pill outta sight

Trot the bases and give cap a tip


Crack of bat as swing connects

Ball soars high in the air

Cover flutters to the infield

The players, horrified, stare


The sphere unravels as it flies

Crushed by the mighty blow

Over the fence then crashes loud

Through Old Man Wilson’s window


Mr. Wilson looks over his fence

At the quiet…. and empty sandlot

Remnants of a baseball in his hand

Summer day, a game forgot


Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

This is one of my older poems, but one of my favorites.

NOTE! This poem inspired a sequel! —>Where Dreams Were Dreamed.

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Sometimes… the Prizes Are Real!

grin-big-ears (2)Maybe some will disagree, but in every life there are at least a few days that are treasure.

When we’re blue and life comes down on us—those times when everything is tawdry and gray, like a carnival on a rainy day—we can go back to the good days and remind ourselves life isn’t always a rigged game.

Sometimes, the prizes are real.

Sometimes, they’re precious.

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But… I’m Good At It!

I’m still thinking about that upcoming reunion and … the dance. Arlene assures me they won’t make me dance, but I’m not so sure I can trust her. Anyhow, it all reminds me of my childhood pal, Barry. Read the rest of this entry »

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It’s A Plot, I Tell Ya!!

A few days ago, I received an invitation to a class reunion, and I was mulling over whether to go or not. Sherry can’t go, but she encouraged me to fly over to Phoenix for the weekend and see my “old” classmates. I was leaning toward going, until I read about the activities they have planned. One of them is a <gulp!> dance!

Back in the day, seventh and eighth grade boys, were (probably still are, today) a mass of roiling testosterone driven pubescence. We knew we liked girls, but weren’t sure why and even less sure what we should do about it.

a 1970s-high-school-dance-2 (2)I remain convinced eighth grade dances were a part of the plot; designed to turn would be macho boys into frightened, blubbering fools.

The lights were dimmed, the girls were giggling, and talking about the silly fools across the room, while the silly fools—that would include yours truly—stumbled around, bumping into one another, mumbling the name of the true love they intended to dance with. True loves, by the way, lasted about two weeks when you were in the seventh and eighth grade.

Those dances were some of the best worst nights of my life. I swear I never felt so good and so bad at one time at the same time. Know what I mean?

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Full Coverage!

Ephesians 6:11 tells us, “Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.” What is the full armor of God? Is it a simple thing—a one-piece outfit with a strip of Velcro down the front—or is it a complicated suit with myriad snaps and buckles? Is it comfortable or cumbersome?

I believe the full armor of God is as simple as keeping our eyes upon Him, knowing He will never leave us nor forsake us. Even simpler; it is merely accepting His unconditional love.

The armor of God is a one-size-fits-all garment, and it covers us fully, head-to-toe. Try it on! You’ll love the way it feels!

a hot summer day

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Maybe… Iv’e Got Time

Do you ever think about an old friend, and wonder what happened to them; where they are now? Do you wonder why you lost touch with them? I often do, and it usually comes down to the fact I didn’t try to keep them in my life. It’s one of those things I tend to beat myself up about. Read the rest of this entry »

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It’s All Good!


I should hang a sign off the brim of my old hat, so those words will lead me around all day. Well, when I’m outside anyway; I don’t wear my old hat in the house. But, maybe I should make signs and place them all over the house. Read the rest of this entry »

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Death On the Green

One day, back when we were in high school, my pal, Barry Patterson, and I wound up playing the same course his dad was playing. I was not a good golfer and Barry’s dad being able to see me in action, didn’t improve my game. I was a nervous wreck. Read the rest of this entry »

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It’s All Good!

Our lives are a constant evolving of bad to good, good to bad, and everything in between. There will always be trials and troubles in our lives, but when our trust is in Him, the blessings God pours out on us will always outnumber them.

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