I do most of the cooking nowadays. Tonight, I asked Jan what she would like for breakfast, pancakes, or cheesy grits, both accompanied by eggs and bacon. Looking across the living room at me, she smiled and said, “Your call.” I’m having a cheesy...
Last week, Jan and I were taking communion and praying together like we do each day. After we received the bread and wine, we prayed over our children, our marriage and some of you who are reading these words. It was still early in the day, and the morning sunlight...
Jan and I try to have an open and honest relationship. We are free to share anything with each other. That freedom did not come overnight. It was the result of years of hard relational work. When we first began this shared journey, our openness about confession...
Together, we exchange passing glances, slyly smiling at the possibilities. We brush shoulders, press our lips upon sweet necks, hold hands in the spur of a moment, no matter time or place or who may be watching. Each of these speaks of a love...
Eating tacos in a converted gas station that’s now pumping out Mexican fare. Listening to Willie Nelson playing in the background. Wearing old jeans and worn boots. It’s an easy space and time. My lady sits across the table, smiling back at me. She’s sending a...
Yesterday, I had to take off my wedding band. My ring had left a deep indentation in the flesh of my ring finger from continually wearing it for the last 46 years. I noticed there was no remaining design on the ring. The last hint of the original design was long gone....
