Standing fully in the present moment, there are times when you can touch the past and the future, all at once and at the same time. You can even feel eternity sliding through your fingers. And sometimes it happens through someone else’s eyes. I see my mama’s eyes in a black and white photo of …
You can often see it in their eyes, if you take the time to look: That far away gaze tells you they are somewhere else—maybe in the future or the past but not the present. Or sometimes their eyes dart this way and that, like those of a trapped animal searching for an escape route. …
Maybe it’s a part of the yearning for a slower, simpler world, a less digitized world when others— including the National Security Agency—didn’t have instant access to our privacy. Or perhaps it’s more a desire to touch and embrace an older vehicle for communicating. It could be both. I’m referring to the return of the …
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I still call my dad most every morning. While I’m driving to work, he’s slowly but surely making his way to breakfast in the retirement facility where Dad and Mom now live. I sometimes have difficulty communicating on the phone with Dad since his hearing is not what it used to be. (Dad just turned …
I grew up in Tornado Alley. Tornadoes were more of an event I enjoyed than a threat I feared, so invincible did I think I was as a child and teenager. As we gathered in the Shively’s storm shelter with other neighbors, I rather enjoyed the social gathering and naively hoped the twister would somehow …