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Love is Not a Choice
God should have known better. Am I going to hell for saying that? Does God care or even exist? I don't know. Such questions are far above my pay grade. The whole thing was madness, and I chose it willingly, not just once but over and over, each day and every night. I knew exactly what was at stake, how completely I had surrendered, and I did not care. I loved her helplessly, gloriously, as if she were a magnet and every tiny iron rod in my body had aligned and pointed toward her. What is love? From where does it come, simple biology wired into our DNA or is…
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I am so confused!
I am adding a new post via Beaver Builder. Yet it says “no title’ I don’t know how to change that. Really, I also want to add a featured photo that will allegedly replace the header photo on all page. So I added a new feature photo, and it put that on this post. But it didn’t replace my header as advertised.
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Scotties on the River
I like Scotties, although I haven’t been often enough. They used to have slips available for boats. That was a great idea, but apparently not enough boats used them. Chattanooga being a “river town,” with a long history of travel by boat, one might think there would be more restaurants with their own dock. The one establishment you would absolutely think would have a dock is the Boathouse, a fine place to dine, but you will need to arrive by road or Riverwalk, not the water. Of course, is one docks at Ross’s Landing, there are many restaurants within walking distance. I believe you can tie up in the area…
