If your goodbye wave pulls on your heartstrings, it’s likely because someone you love is leaving. The feeling is reminiscent of Shakespeare’s famed line, “Parting is such sweet sorrow.” I’m not sure when I started the little ritual. Whenever the kids, now grown, leave, I follow them out the door, waving goodbye as they drive …
We had just sat down for dinner on a beach in Destin, Florida. Lori and I were guests of our son, a financial advisor with Edward Jones Investments, and his wife, Kayla. It was a gala event, a gorgeous setting: the evening sun’s soft glow was about to disappear below the water; the tables had …
Consciously trying to walk across the room as softly as a monk on his way to Vigils, I quietly unlock the back door and tiptoe outside, careful not to make a noise that would awaken Lori or our ever-sleeping dogs. The stars at 4:30 a.m. glimmer, greeting me as if to say, “Finally, we thought …
A few days before graduating, several of us who had journeyed together on the road to our Ph.D.’s sat drinking coffee, reflecting on our future. Where might we teach? Where would we pastor? One commented that whichever work she and her husband took, she would go to stay. “I’m a stayer,” she declared. In my …
“Sorry to hear that COVID caught up with you!” a friend texted me. He didn’t know, but this was the second go-round for me. Lori contracted it, probably on our return from our vacation, and passed it along to me. We both have had our vaccines and boosters, and I was confident I would resist …