“It doesn’t have to be this way.” She glanced up from her book. “What?” His fiery gaze unnerved her. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She pretended to read but felt the heat of his eyes. “You wish your life could be as exciting as that […]
One Saturday morning not long ago I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. George and Jacob were already sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast. I got my bowl of Raisin Nut Bran and glass of orange juice, joined the guys, and turned my attention to the morning paper. To
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A gentle rain fell like a misty curtain, unruffled by wind, unhurried and unhindered, folds and folds of liquid fabric soothing the wounds of a thirsty earth. We drove the roads toward home — Jacob and I — and song met mood met comment. Song: “Flood water rain crash down, soak the ground, still I
This morning Pam and I were driving to Longview in her black VW bug for a writers’ critique meeting. We hit a wet patch on the highway going about 65 mph. The car hydroplaned, drifting toward the center lane. Then it started spinning. I held on and watched traffic on both sides of the highway
I love that Grace wrote a “poem” in Luke’s journal. And I love that he used the word “chicanery” in his apology. I love the way my children have grown into interesting people with beautiful values, unfettered imaginations, and wonderfully weird personalities. I love these things like I love the feeling that washes over me
I thought it right and proper that I should post something here before I leave town again for a week. I’m not sure what exactly I plan to say, but I’ll just say it as it comes. Sometimes when you anticipate something, and you attach high hopes and expectations to it, you’re almost bound to
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Last night George and I went for a walk through a lovely old neighborhood. There’s one lot at the top of a hill with a steep, crumbling staircase that leads down to the street below. A large, wood-framed house used to sit on the lot, but it was condemned and torn down years ago. No
As a 21-yr-old newly-wed with another year to go in college, she took a job waiting tables at K-Bob’s Family Steak House. Not exactly a glamorous position, especially when you consider the dark brown uniform consisting of elastic-waist polyester pants and a matching zip-up top. A several-inch-wide, brown-and-white gingham collar broke up the monotony of
K-Bob’s Family Steak House, where good and faithful servants hear, “Well done!” Read More »
Some people come along in life, march straight into your heart, and instantly belong there. You could no more remove them than you could cut out your heart and keep living. Of course, you’d never dream of removing them. You’d be crazy if you did. I don’t know when I first met Patrick, but I
“I never had a selfless thought since I was born.” Today I was thinking about how everything I do has a selfish motive behind it. At least in part. True, some of it is really great stuff that helps people or makes them happy. But deep down, I know I do it for me. For
Clive was looking at my soul. Read More »