I had almost given the tickets away. They were a gift from a friend, who couldn’t make the game. After I took them, I thought I had an unavoidable conflict. But the week before, I found out I could go. “I’m going to make it after all,” I told my friend. He had given them …
From my first day of school, when I reluctantly let go of my mother’s hand to take the hand of my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Speck, to the day when I hoped no one would detect the nervousness in my voice as I stood to defend my doctoral dissertation, school has been a process of letting …
“Do you want to finish this tour tomorrow?” I asked Lori. My wife and I were wilting. As the weather forecaster would say, we had the three “h’s.” It was hazy, hot, and humid. And we had just walked through a good portion of the gardens at the Biltmore Estate in Ashville, North Carolina. Although …
The sun hadn’t been up long when Lori and I turned the corner and headed downhill, almost halfway through our morning walk. Just then we saw our friend, Abby, and her 21-month-old daughter, Adalyn. Momma was keeping a close watch on her little one as she enjoyed a walk of her own, across their front …
Smiling, I posed for a picture with my great-granddad. Actually, I’m was posing for a picture with a picture of my great-granddad. We were traveling from Altus, OK., to Lubbock, TX. Two dear, long-time family friends, Anne and Caitee Boxeur, had graciously agreed to help move my mom to a smaller unit in her retirement …