Another year, another loss. The waves of sorrow and pain come and go, from gentle swells to emotional monsoons. Some we can predict. Others come out of the blue. Pain Follows Pain My forty-two-year-old nephew
Read morePain, Pranks, and Prayers

Another year, another loss. The waves of sorrow and pain come and go, from gentle swells to emotional monsoons. Some we can predict. Others come out of the blue. Pain Follows Pain My forty-two-year-old nephew
Read moreBack in the olden days we didn’t have color TV, cell phones, or video games. We’d never heard of remote controls, DVRs, or microwaves. We didn’t surf the net, use credit cards, or take
Read more“Play It Again,” captures bittersweet memories and emotions of family and friends who gathered at our house on Friday or Saturday nights. The men played music. Women talked and laughed. We children played outside until
Read moreA local used car dealer put signs on his autos to give potential buyers ways to picture themselves in one of his vehicles. Sporty! Convertible! Family Fun! Wait – Family Fun? That sign was propped
Read more