Through
There’s thunder and lightning, bombings and gunfire, and I’m abandoned in the dark — horrifically alone. At any moment I could be obliterated, searing explosions invading my mind so I … Continue Reading Through
Unborn
We all begin in mystery. When I was smaller than the period at the end of this sentence, my life’s story began. All that I cosmically and genetically am was … Continue Reading Unborn
The Best Laid Plans: Memoir Update
“The best laid plans of Mice and Men often go awry,” so says the poet Robert Burns,[i] with whom I heartily agree. The plan I laid at April’s ending had … Continue Reading The Best Laid Plans: Memoir Update
Blighted
“The blight’s takin’ her slow, limb by limb,” said the man with the saw, flanneled arms crossed, looking at the pear tree with its hard and gnarled fruit, some naked, … Continue Reading Blighted
Poster Child
It’s that time a year again. Another Labor Day is coming, a time when I have tended, for most of my life, to reflect upon my own reflection, to look … Continue Reading Poster Child
Who You Are
What words cannot tell nor images show… No fragrance, no strain of music, no touch can hold on to what I know… You… You, my Lord… You. With that little … Continue Reading Who You Are
Unknowing Worship
While watching the feats of the athletes in the Tokyo Olympics, this post (from 2017, one of my favorites) seems like a fitting reflection to share again… You have heard … Continue Reading Unknowing Worship
Progress on My Memoir
This isn’t working. On the fifth Thursday of July, I was supposed to be giving a progress report on the writing of my latest book. But I really don’t have … Continue Reading Progress on My Memoir
Rooted
Rooted. A nice way of saying “stuck.” This tree is stuck, it cannot move unless a force shall blow, or chop, it down dead. Never roaming to distant lands, or … Continue Reading Rooted
Freedom and Fear
Does being free mean that we have no guidelines, no limitations, no grounding? But isn’t it the truth that sets us free? The truth is that I can do nothing … Continue Reading Freedom and Fear
Real Men Stay
I should be dead, but I’m not. I should be a forty something-year-old in a nursing home, but I’m not. I should be miserable, but I’m not. Why? The reason … Continue Reading Real Men Stay
Patient
Note the patience of a violet who, when heavy with bee, droops and bows and nearly breaks, as the strange creature bumbles deep within; brought low to the ground, she … Continue Reading Patient
There’s Something about Mary
There sure are a lot of titles for Mary, the mother of Jesus — more than I can list, or even know and remember. Virgin Mary. Blessed Mother. Our Lady. … Continue Reading There’s Something about Mary
Ode to My Mother
Who was my mother before she was my mother? A little poem from the archives to celebrate Mother’s Day. I love you, Mama! Within Her Hands Within her hands, now … Continue Reading Ode to My Mother
Writing a Memoir?
Recently, my sister said to me, “If your songs aren’t getting as much air time on the radio, it’s time to release another album.” Point taken. After a whirlwind of … Continue Reading Writing a Memoir?
Earth Day: Rocky Mountain High
One morning, as he was taking care of me, my dad had John Denver’s song, Rocky Mountain High, in his head, so he asked our smart speaker to play it. … Continue Reading Earth Day: Rocky Mountain High
