Our Town

Yesterday morning dawned overcast and chilly. While sipping coffee, I checked my newsfeed on Facebook. A dear friend had commented on a post from the daughter of a former neighbor of ours. The post began, “It is with heavy heart that I pay tribute to my dad, who...

Gumshoes

It was 3:14 on Thursday afternoon and spoiling for a thunderstorm. I parked the truck at the top of the driveway outside our garage. There were groceries to unload and 30-pound bags dog food. Earlier that afternoon, this old gumshoe had stopped at PetSmart then...

My Utmost

On mornings like this, snuggled warm in bed with windows open to cool spring air and bird calls, I transport back to my childhood in Connecticut. Those early sensory experiences claim my memory like anchors dropped and never weighed. And yet… “…you are not to spend...

Sorrow and Wonder

Early last Saturday morning, Keith and I heard a drum-like thump on one of the dining room windows. We hoped for the best—a glancing blow. Not this time. “This is so sad,” Keith said as he picked up the body on the deck below the window, “come see.” It was a male...

Mawwiage

  “Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam within a dweam. And wove, twue wove, wiww fowwow you fowevah and evah… So tweasuwe youw wove…” -The...