“Real men don’t cry,” I was told yet again, and again, and then again. Sometimes I think being born into a military family might have had a few drawbacks. Nevertheless, all of the men, including my uncles, cousins, and dad, forged ahead and served our...
“There was an old man who was born blind. He lived in the hollow of a tree and he’d never seen the beauty of the world around him. When offered the gift of sight by the missionary doctors, he refused. He said, ‘I am content to simply smell the roses.’ And when asked,...
Sometimes they appear at night. A bouncing lamp leading the way. Sometimes my headlights cross their path and the glitter of reflective tape appears out of the shadows. I’ve even seen them in the fog, far across town, and many miles from home. A father and his son on...
There are flurries today; the effort leaving a mere dusting on our window sill. The last holiday of the year is near, and winter is nipping at our heels. Here I am sitting near our fireplace, journal on my lap, in deep contemplation. My eyes are captivated, staring...
There is an autumn chill in the air as the winter season approaches. The leaves are leaving the trees and are scattered everywhere my eyes can see. With my rake in hand I’m laboring, perhaps in vain, to clean up our garden and yard in preparation for the frosty months...
