He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself; for every man has need to be forgiven. — Thomas Fuller “I’m sorry” is a common phrase around our house. It seems that I need to forgive or ask for forgiveness on an almost daily basis.…
She descended the stairs into the subterranean bar. The venue was not its typical laidback atmosphere; it was chockfull of ghouls and goblins, witches and devils, skeletons and superheroes all for one of biggest social events of the year – Halloween night in Madison, Wisconsin. On that night the bars…
A small brass trophy sits on our kitchen counter. It has already assumed its position among the other clutter that accumulates in a well lived-in kitchen, camouflaging itself against the backdrop of everyday life life. It is my son’s first trophy, given to him and every other member of the…
An amalgamation of memories, hours and days and months strung together in sequential order, then sifted and twisted, until they’ve chronicled years, decades, a lifetime. A sloppy stew made from an experimental recipe, sometimes with too much of this, sometimes with too little of that, and sometimes with just the…
Happy Monday, y’all! It has been a couple of weeks since I’ve linked up with Stasha at The Good Life for her Monday Listicles and I was eager to rejoin the Listicles group even before I learned this week’s topic of 10 Things I Love About My Car. Given that…
She watches them out of the corner of her eye. Two boys – one older, one younger – blend into the crowd of children running, dancing, and playing among the families, couples, and friends who have gathered in the park for the summer concert. She watches the boys with her…