Jennifer Dukes Lee

A Car, a Truck, and a Lesson in Truth

The Scenario The truth? I feel a little sheepish and petty tonight. It all started when I realized that tomorrow we’ll have our last assembly of the school year. Which means that I had forgotten to print out the certificates for reading goals. I generated the certificates and left them to print while I checked our cupboards for supplies. Each student that earns a certificate gets invited to our house for a banana split after lunch. And the one black…

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A-MAY-zing New Releases for Summer

May-be You’d Like to Travel Back in Time The Noble Servant The third installment of the Melanie Dickerson’s Medieval Fairy Tale collection tells the story of Magdalen, Avaelina’s confidant in The Beautiful Pretender. Two years have passed, and Magdalen’s family fortunes have fallen further—leaving her with little hope of finding a suitable marriage. When she receives an invitation to come to Wolfberg Castle to marry Steffan, she eagerly accepts. After all, she’s thought about him plenty since she first met…

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The Rest of the Story: More Adventures Await

More Trouble and Destination Disappointment There’s more to last week’s story about my misguided adventure with a busload of students. After negotiating through an additional seven miles of bumpy dirt road, we came to a water crossing within sight of a paved road. This time, I stopped the bus and the boys hopped off and built up the banks of the road with more rocks BEFORE I attempted to drive over. When we finally turned onto a paved road, the…

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I Survived Hell’s Revenge (and Learned a Few Lessons Along the Way)

Headed to Hell’s Revenge “Let’s do Hell’s Revenge!” Pedro exclaimed when we finished eating lunch the first full day of our Moab vacation. “I’m in,” Louis, our son-in-law, said. Laura and I looked at each other and headed into the trailer with the dirty dishes. “Maybe we won’t have to go,” I said with a hopeful grin. “We could stay here and write or something,” Laura agreed. Neither one of us relished a tour of one of the most difficult…

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Why I Hate the King James Version of the Bible

Hating the Bible? I know. One shouldn’t hate the word of God. I don’t really hate the King James Version of the Bible. I hate what it represents. Before you skip to the comments section and vilify me for allegedly trash-talking the Word of God, hear me out. We sat in church and I glanced around at my fellow congregants. Sixty percent had yet to reach their eighteenth year. Eighty percent had grown up in a home where the majority…

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Why it’s Important to Encourage the Weak

Weak at Mile 11 I didn’t feel weak until about mile 11. At that point, I had run as far as my training had taken me last Sunday. The February drizzle and stiff wind had me feeling chilled. Although I only had 2.1 miles left to run, it looked like we’d have to run a long ways still to reach the Cardinal’s stadium. For the past two hours I had been running in my third half-marathon—only this time, I signed…

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How to Avoid Jargon and Save Sheep

Sheep in Distress The children lined the steps at the front of the church, eager to hear the guest tell the children’s story. She spoke with a beautiful accent, but I groaned inwardly when I realized her topic. She told a story about a small boat in distress during a violent storm near the coast, and about the man who heard the SOS on his ham radio. “When the man called the Coast Guard to tell them about the SOS…

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Best Book of 2016? Impossible Question!

From Books to eReader I pressed my finger on the page of a book and waited. Puzzled, I wondered why the definition to the word under my finger hadn’t popped up yet. And then I realized what I had done. I sheepishly looked around the living room, hoping no one else had noticed that the book I held in my hands had actual pages. When I first started using a Kindle six or seven years ago, I never dreamed that an…

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Do You Suffer From Puffin Disease?

Next Stops, Puffin Paradise and Seldova I spent my first night alone at a roadside pullout just north of Homer. When I woke up the next morning, I discovered that someone else had pulled in to camp behind me. I couldn’t decide if having someone camp in the same pullout made me feel safer or creeped-out. After a quick breakfast, I headed into Homer to catch a ferry to Seldova, where friends of my parents live. I had met Paul…

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