Stories by the fireside… We didn’t have a fireplace in our New York City apartment, although my dad continued his fireside storytelling tradition throughout the winter months—minus the crackling fire of course. I remember many
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December 2019 ~ Central Florida. Most northerners know winter takes on a whole new meaning in Florida. There’s no snow. No sleet. No winter coats and hats—and sometimes no temps below hot. That means we
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Autumn 2008 ~ Western North Carolina. A whispering wind shook the trees as if to announce her arrival. Amber, orange, and crimson leaves glided down and carpeted the ground. Autumn had arrived in all her
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Everyone is thirsty… When scorching temperatures make me weary or superstorms threaten to consume my tiny piece of a gigantic puzzle, it’s good to know the magical seasons of harvest and joy, are right around
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Honor thy rhinestones and workout tights? Imagine 300 million people decked out in red, white, and blue t-shirts and baseball caps with sparkly rhinestone flags. Whether they live in a Manhattan high-rise or the Alabama
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The man. WW2 Soldier. Faithful husband. Dad. Storyteller. A Father of three quirky daughters, and a daddy to one of the fairest butterfly fairy-wannabes. Me. My dad will always be my first hero. He’s the
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Nature’s call A screech owl’s trills, calls, and hoots might calm the weary traveler, like the lone Whitetail who forages in the forest near my cabin. I press my face against the glass slider to
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I love storybook endings. Sparks fly. Love conquers all. A lonely beauty finally marries her knight in shining armor. Those blissful scenes still give me goosebumps. Go on and laugh. But now that you’re smiling
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Winter, 1969. New York City A blizzard’s eerie silence overshadowed the distant honking and revving engines from the usual Saturday night car races. I remember my dad’s contagious laugh echoing through our apartment hallway after
Read moreThe man, Jesus. I love the visual of Jesus reaching out to His disciples. With outstretched arms, He called them by name. “John. Peter. Paul. Come, follow Me.” And one by one they ran—with reckless
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