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On Returning to the Place I Call Home

On Returning to the Place I Call Home

When we first started living in this old house in 1969, I never gave a thought to how many times I would leave and return to its backdoor. It was the family home. When you’re fifteen, you don’t think about these things. At that point, I only knew I planned to leave. I...
Stuck In Denver & An Angel At The Airport

Stuck In Denver & An Angel At The Airport

I probably should have stopped to take a breath when I couldn’t find my credit card as I was trying to book a room for the night in Denver because I missed my connection. I probably should not have had the glass of wine on the flight into Denver. My first flight had...
On Fossils, Faith and Getting Published

On Fossils, Faith and Getting Published

When we bought our house from my parents a couple decades ago, my father was excited to show me a large fossil rock in the backyard. It looked like it could have been the vertebrae of an ancient critter, maybe that of a huge hawk. A hawk at our bird feeder last...
On Saving Stories

On Saving Stories

This is the last birthday we all had with Pops. His own pops made it to 62, and his mother and brother to 80. He was sure he wouldn’t make it past the mark of his 8th decade, but he kept going and going seven more years. It was a miracle. I do believe all our days...
Listen Wait Putter Putz

Listen Wait Putter Putz

I open my eyes and wonder what Words await while the sound of rain on the porch roof catches me by surprise. Listen, wait, putter, putz. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idles beside the sidewalk out...
To the Lighthouse

To the Lighthouse

A breath, a breeze, a wave frozen in time. A seagull sketched above the horizon then erased. A thought, a word. A memory lingers and fades. Morning walk, the eye— the lamp of the body as Nature speaks, distilling Deity. A trunk, a twig. A nest rests precariously. In...
To Hope

To Hope

I sometimes forget about you You are abstract Love has it so much better Doesn’t she? But who is Love Without you? We can see Love In her eyes In her smiles In her tears We can’t see you But Hope seen Is not Hope! Love needs you, Hope Don’t disappear...
While We Wait

While We Wait

Drenched in water too weighty to rise, teetering on a precipice above the currents of the deep, Elements floating, stirring, are swirled into perfect harmony– Out of reach, a prayer remains Unanswered. One move too soon, it could sink. So we wait. Buoyant in...
Do You Hear the Song?

Do You Hear the Song?

Why Jeremiah? I woke up thinking about Jeremiah, the Weeping Prophet. He Was all ready to quit when God asked him something Like this: do you want To race with the crowd or run With Horses? What does That mean? I doubt it Was about fame or fortune. He was weary. Yet,...

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