In four weeks a group of old friends will gather on a campus full of highschoolers and reminisce about thier own styles and cliques and adventures full of poor judgement. They’ll remind each other of hours spent working for free to cover a broken rule, of love lost and found, and they’ll talk about the … More Growing up with Linda
The truth is, I’ve never thought much about writing. Never felt a talent for it. Sure, I scribbled things down now and then over the years and Dad and Mom would say things like, “You need to write!” But I always took those words as kind of like being poked with a needle. Sharp and … More David, The Sweet Psalmist
I had, rather recklessly, driven to Wisconsin and back in 2 days with a dear girlfriend and 4 small children. It was a split second decision because we’re not always given more time than that. I went even with thoughts of “what won’t get done in my absence”. One of which was “return library books”. … More Rather Reckless
It’s the last day of August, which to me often marks the end of summer. September brings school, and I remember being small and not always ready for hot, humid, carefree days to be over. I remember a Mama who baked a birthday cake for the last Sabbath before school started to sing through four … More Crazy In A Hushed Way
We’re up at the garden watering plants severely parched from July’s heat and the neglect of a family gone for the weekend. And although all nature appears to have me at its mercy, I am content. Content with the silence. Silence of the bees hum, hawks cry, pulled hose through tall weeds. I surprise myself … More What To Say Among the Discontent.