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Kate Wells
Short Stories
Books Every American Should Read!
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A Bit About Kate...
- Sharing my heart has always come naturally for me. Perhaps I got that from my dad. He was a popular D.J. in the 1950's when radio was king. He had an easy going style of broadcasting. That was a new thing back in the day. He could talk to an entire city like it was just the two of you at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. No small thing back then, as radio was "live". He would talk to his audience and then spin a few records. Then he would take a phone call or two and just chat on the air with a listener. The engineer was always ready to press the seven second delay button, just in case the conversation became unacceptable for broadcasting. Profanity was against FCC rules back then and all radio was "family friendly". My dad's name was Bill Wells and I will eventually have a page on here dedicated to him and to his many years on radio. Unlike my dad, "writing" is my microphone and it seems to be God ordained that I am at a place in my life where I have time to write...just when blogging has become so popular. I do believe I inherited some of his "gift for gab"...but the things I want to share are from deeper places in my heart. Stories that I've written and reflections of things I'm pondering. Everything from life situations and musings about the times we live in...to insights I have received from Scripture. I hope you find something here that blesses you. A story I've written or an article. A recipe or my latest "life question". The Bible says that from the heart come the wellsprings of life... You are cordially invited to come back often and see what else is going to spring forth from the heart of Kate Wells!
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