Train Ride
Early Friday morning, I boarded the Amtrak train heading to New York City for a Labor Day weekend visit with my daughter. The train was running an hour late; the trip would be longer. As soon as I found my seat, number 53 by the window, I settled in, ready to make...
On Sixty-Five
Early yesterday morning, as I sipped my coffee laced with milk and watched the dawn creep across the Rockfish Valley, I received a birthday present from Richard Rohr. “When you sit quietly and for extended times in nature, you see that everything changes,” he wrote...
Anticipation
“You must be excited about your trip to Scotland,” a friend said to me last week. “To tell you the truth, I haven’t thought about it much,” I said, “which is strange because I’ve been wanting to go for years.” Anticipation. The story goes that Carly Simon wrote her...