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Beyond the Moonrise

And there it was before me, or there it wasn’t, I should say. My path was buried under the earth, its final stretch beneath water. “Let it have its way,” I said. “What was needed then is no longer needed now. The water has risen and come back...

Little Van

A lot of miles were put on Volkswagons in our family—from Bugs to Carmen Ghias to Westfalia Vans—Dad loved them. My parents made many trips to Tucson in their white Westfalila to visit my sister and her family. Dad, the Eagle Scout, liked to camp, Mom liked hotels....

#filledtooverflow

I realize, sometimes the only thing that stands between moving from trickles of beauty within, to an overflowing ocean, is to forget and forgive what’s behind. The way others treat me should not determine my treatment of them. Instead, I only hope to treat those...

Morning Light

The storm passed through in the night and I didn’t even notice. I woke up this morning and the light in Dad’s room was on. He was sitting up reading his devotions as he used to do. He hasn’t been able to sit up on his own for a while....

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