I don’t know who said it first: St. Francis Xavier, St. Ignatius Loyola, or Aristotle. All three are credited with it. When I first read it, I questioned its truth, especially when I learned that among the three, only one had a child. (Hint: It wasn’t one of the saints.) So, excusing the gendered language, here it is: “Give me a child …
“Amazing, just amazing,” I observed repeatedly with each photo of the northern lights. We were waiting for the children to begin their ballet routines. The parents sitting next to us at our granddaughter’s dance recital showed us their pictures of the northern lights on their cell phones. Lori and I oohed and ahhed at the various purple, …
The little things often derail us, preventing us from reaching our desired destination. In his book, A Walk Across America, Peter Jenkins tells the story of his pedestrian journey across the continent. After he had completed it, someone asked if any of the obstacles prompted him to consider quitting. Was it the wind in his face, the …
It was in hiding in the back of a drawer. How did it get there? Admittedly, my Mom wrote me so many encouraging notes through the years I probably wasn’t thinking when I thoughtlessly placed it in the corner of my desk drawer rather than safeguarding it in a safer place, properly secured as a relic of …
“It’s a lamp unto your feet and a light for your path,” Lori said as I stepped out the back door into the early morning’s darkness. I carry a flashlight with me when I walk before sunrise. It’s no ordinary, puny flashlight. It’s more like a robust baton, heavy-duty enough to use as a defensive …