I remember the day when blogging began to feel like a community of friends. It was because of Lynn Abbotts. I’ve moved around a lot in my life so I know that it can take a couple years for a new place to feel like a home. Three years is probably stretching it. Four might [...]
Do you have any idea how many hours I have spent on 33 words? It was Sunday. We were eating eggs with peppers and cheese and sausage. Kind of, but you seem to enjoy it. No, it’s making me crazy. I had written before church, I wrote on the way to church, I wrote in [...]
He read to his daughter, the story of Joseph and his brothers, from the black winged arm-chair in the living room of the farm-house. He wore his thick black rimmed glasses. She sat on one of the chair’s extended arms and listened. He was teaching her the importance of the scriptures. Why did they throw [...]
I heard the song of the cicadas outside my window and remembered the day we left Paradou. Jean Pierre held one between his fingers and told us how they live underground for seven years before emerging to life in that area of France. That's how long it took me to write Conversations with Dad, [...]
Today is the first day of my vacation and although I still have a newsletter article to write, a strategic plan to update and a grant to review before I can sign off :/, I had to take some time to honor Dad's one year memorial.
Right. It’s Sunday night—the time I used to sit down to write and share the latest incident with Dad for my blog Sundays with Dad. I mean, three years of that created a bit of a ritual. Now, even though Dad’s not around anymore, it doesn’t mean a ritual disappears. In fact, I find, I just need to [...]
Looking out over the water from the window this morning, you could tell the wind was strong by the movement of the waves. I had heard its unsettled lament throughout the night, as though it was echoing my restless thoughts as I laid there awake. Morning brought a serene blue sky, so rich in color [...]
Not According to Plan 