I have lived long enough to know that in life, new discoveries in familiar places are always possible. Last week, I was removing some old dry leaves from the bushes along our gravel driveway. As I pulled back the brush to get to the leaves, I saw the numbers “1960”...
This morning, as I look at the flowers and card I got for Jan, I think back to an evening fifty-one years ago when I took Jan on a spontaneous date. I entered our college cafeteria and saw her. We had been introduced a week or so earlier so I wasn’t a stranger....
Last week, I drove past the RV graveyard depicted in the attached photo. It caused me to think about life, dreams, and things of lasting value. From time-to-time, Jan and I will think about someday getting one of those small, van-sized RVs and hit the road for some...
It never ceases to amaze me (and I admit, at times, it can frustrate me) how easily some people can read into something I wrote or said and allow their bias to be the interpreter of my intent. Our bias is a powerful filter that can cause us to interpret the purpose of...
At this time, when so much emotion is swirling about, and when each person holds a passionate and immovable position, it is too easy to forget what is taking place. Death is manifesting its presence, and that manifestation is taking many forms. There is a spirit...
This morning while arranging some books and correspondence, I came across my daughter’s 50-Year Letter. It is a letter I asked her and her then-fiancé to write in preparation for their wedding last month. The letter would define what they hoped their marriage would...
