“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.” — Frederick Buechner Sometimes I imagine that there is a place where things are clean and new. A place with straight lines, clear answers, and predictability; a place that sparkles and shines. A place where well-manicured people…
We stood by the side of the road, my younger son and I. Cars raced past and we waited, his little hand clenched in mine. As soon as the traffic paused in one direction, cars raced toward us from the other direction. So we held hands and we waited. I…
Within each of us, I think, whether we acknowledge it or not, is a secret hidden corner. It’s that place that we enter when life is floating along on a soft current and are able to move with it on auto-pilot. Like an empty park bench in a quiet…
Yesterday morning I sat outside on our back deck, coffee in one hand, pen in the other. Since it was Sunday, I had turned off my computer, cell phone, television, and quieted some of the external noise. The internal noise, however, lingered. I was anxious about a phone call I…
[Author’s Note: Most of my writing comes in the form of nonfiction, but in January I posted my first piece of fiction. This post might be a continuation of that piece. Or maybe not. You be the judge.] ************ The memories and what-if’s and might-have-been’s slowly overtook her mind. They…
Hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action. – Ralph Waldo Emerson The piles are everywhere. Wet, sloppy snow is piled up outside my windows. Remnants of warmer days – patio furniture, the grill, a stray soccer ball – are all locked in place by shackles of white…