Some days go as planned; most days don’t. I start with my daily planner the night before, as the time management experts suggest. I write down my agenda, my roadmap for the next day. That way, I can rest better, knowing I’ve planned the next day. But, before the next day dawns, God looks it …
“The Lao think the foggy mists are ghosts, and I do, too.” —Anne Lamott, Stiches, A Handbook on Meaning, Hope, and Repair What is it?” Lori asked me. It was early when we stepped out on the front porch. I’d never seen anything quite like it. Usually, we sit on the back porch in warm …
I’ve hesitated about writing, but you might as well know how I feel about you since you left me months ago. I was grateful to be over you and was hoping never to see the likes of you again, but they tell me you and all your cousins, variants they call them, will be a …
Listening to “When You Wish Upon a Star” soothed me when I was a child, just as it did to Pinocchio when Jiminy Cricket sang it to him. If you’re like me, you can sing along, “When you wish upon a star/Makes no difference who you are/Anything your heart desires/Will come to you.” Part of …
I momentarily hesitated before grasping my grandson’s hand and approaching the homeless man. The man certainly fit the image of “homeless.” His dirty trousers complemented a shabby shirt, accompanied with ill-fitting, cracked shoes exposing his sockless feet. Lori and I had taken our grandson, Eli, for one last getaway before he starts back to school. …