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Fond memories of the American version of Paris, dairy farms and close encounters of the cow kind

By Clark Hicks, 1,512 Reads

Cows are much bigger up close.

As a child, my family made an annual trip to visit cousins in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains, a small town in Arkansas named Paris. They have an Eiffel Tower there, only a little shorter, reaching 25 feet in height when adding the 7-foot lighted water feature.

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THE GREAT MOTIVATOR

By Clark Hicks, 602 Reads

Money can motivate. Just ask a 21-year-old baseball player I coached.

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Try Being Better

By Clark Hicks, 707 Reads

Famed Mississippi writer William Faulkner once wrote, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”

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Join me in praying for the health and strength of a good man

By Clark Hicks, 5,155 Reads

Javier is a good and decent man fighting for his life.

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It’s hard to admit defeat, but nobody likes a sore loser

By Clark Hicks, 1,105 Reads

Losing with grace is not easy.

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Notes from the trail

By Clark Hicks, 1,136 Reads

On a whim, I decided to hike the Black Mountain Crest Trail, nestled in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. Whimsical decisions often are fraught with regret and second-guessing.

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The nest is empty, but life goes on

By Clark Hicks, 1,559 Reads

I do not feel old enough to be entering the “empty nest” phase of life. But, I am.
The reality is here. Time has not stopped for me. I am not an exception.

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Words I never want to use again

By Clark Hicks, 1,464 Reads

I want to never say certain words after this year. This is not a confessional of the sin of profanity, though the words almost feel like they are dirty. No, these words are more sinister, the kind that keep you up at night, worried about those you love.

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Fond memories of Dick and Jane

By Clark Hicks, 1,267 Reads

In 1992, my wife and I moved to Hattiesburg, a young married couple looking to put down roots and start a family. We visited a few churches and one afternoon, I heard a knock on my apartment door and met Dick Allison, the new pastor at University Baptist Church.

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Still a long way to go..

By Clark Hicks, 1,868 Reads

In 1975, I wanted to be a policeman. My 5th grade teacher, Ms. Finger, required each student to write a short paper and stand in front of the class to discuss what we wanted as a career when we grew up.
The idea was to make us think and speak, but this project was near and dear to my heart.

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