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Dedicated to Henry Browning, this is based on real events in your Grandfather Browning's Christmas. The time and setting have changed, but the spirit and story are the same. The most important lesson I ever learned didn't come from a textbook or a sermon; it came from a stack of small, green paper squares and the steadfast faith of my Granny Holman. Even now, in my sixties, I can still see those stamps perfectly—each one bearing the distinctive S&H logo, a tiny token of long-

I'M BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN, but first.... This Blog is dedicated to the late Harvey Wilson: Christian. Friend, Writer. I’m a writer with two feet firmly planted in two different worlds—the traditionally published and the indie press. I'm a hybrid author. Yet, my training began in the pre-digital age: I trained as a journalist when the Internet wasn't even a common word, and concepts like digital publishing, indie writing,  or citizen journalists  were completely foreign. Th