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Some Upcoming Remarkable Events from the Creek

A Word from Curt We’re on a journey and our map is: To stay curious. Continue to be amazed at life. Share Remarkable* Stories with our friends and readers.   *A remarkable sound: a dueling duet between a Cardinal and Mockingbird in our backyard. I wonder ...

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The Psych Ward + 1

A Word from Curt Speaking to the DeRidder Lion’s Club about our latest book, As the Crow Flies.  I love sharing with Civic Clubs about our books and stories. Right now, I’m concentrating on “The Crow” and also A Spent Bullet, our historical novel on ...

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December 30 Moving Out

        A Word from Curt   Grateful. Gratitude is one of my 6+ words for 2016. I’m thankful for the wonderful gifts in my life. Today I’m thankful to have the calling of writing. It’s what I do. Who I am.  I’m ...

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Chased by the Black Dogs

    Chased by the Black Dogs I received a sweet note from a blog friend this week. “Curt, where have you been? I’ve been worried about you?” My answer was simple. “I’ve been chased by the black dogs.” That’s what Churchill, a fellow sufferer, ...

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A Thankful Video and 6 images that tell a story

I’m so thankful for readers and friends who allow me to write and publish independently.  Although I’ve yet to receive a “traditional contract” from a large publishing house, I’ve been privileged to write twelve books that have sold thousands of copies and touched so many ...

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Two Lessons I’m Learning: LLL and Outdoor Living

There are two life lessons I’m presently learning. First, is the power of the outdoors and nature. One of my keywords is L.L.L. Life Long Learning. I wish to finish strong in my life and constantly have a learner’s lean.  Eager to listen, learn, and ...

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In the Wilderness

Wednesday, January 25, 2017   This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him and saved him out of all his troubles. -King David in his wilderness time from  Psalm 34:6 In the Wilderness I’m still learning this: Sometimes God delivers us out of the wilderness, ...

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Thinking about Transparency

Transparency is a Good Thing. “But he (Jesus) said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” ...

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The Regret-Free Life: Sliding into Home

A Word from Curt   USE SLIDING IN POEM, DAMN, WHAT A RIDE Baseball season opened this weekend. Our beloved Houston Astros were scheduled to begin play today in New York against the Yankees. Rained out. Baseball shouldn’t be played north of the Mason Dixon ...

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A beautiful swing. A beautiful smile.

East Beauregard Trojans seniors of 2007.  Back L to R:  Michael Maddox, Richie McKay, Terry Iles,  Front   Brady Glaser, Kyle Burk, Tyler Adams        They’ll bury Michael Maddox this morning.  He’ll be wearing his Atlanta Braves cap and shirt. It’s fitting. It ...

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A Friend named Ivory

A Friend named Ivory From the book, The Mockingbird’s Song by Curt Iles “The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing ...

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At Midnight: The Mockingbird’s Song

Preface: The Mockingbird’s Midnight Song -But at midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them (Acts 16:25). It’s the middle of another restless and sleepless night. Being exhausted both physically and mentally, yet unable to ...

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The Mockingbird’s Song: In Memory of Ricky

Dedication: To Ricky, My Friend for Life Writing a book about the dark times of one’s life is difficult. It is in our human nature to shy away from revealing the depths of our soul, especially when the subject matter is painful. This book of ...

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The Challenge: Why I Wrote The Mockingbird’s Song

The Challenge… The lady stood over me with her hands strategically placed on her hips as I sat at a table in the camp dining hall with her hands on her hips and a wrinkled scowl on her face. My earlier years from being a ...

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