In Memorial To An Astounding Friend

In Memorial To An Astounding Friend

A. R. Teller

Getting notice that a close one has passed never goes easy on a person. Especially not when there’s a 9 year old waiting inside to chow down on some cake for his birthday, and he has no idea why everyone is suddenly silently hiding-sad.

The magnificent thing that we can know about those who have left us is that they’re completely free now, from all burdens and restraints holding them back.

And the most beautiful part of it is that we know that they’re gloriously happy, and that they’re safe in the hands of God.

We know that they are doing what they love, so they never work a single moment they’re away from us. True beauty isn’t found on the outside of us, for we wither with age and our appearances change. True beauty is found in the deeds we do, actions we take to help others, and the…

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Connie and Billy ~ A Christmastime Story

  Connie and Billy A Christmastime Story This is the story of Connie and Billy. Don't be fooled by the names. Connie was a guy and that’s an important fact. Billy was a lady ... and that’s important, too. They spent decades together.  That’s what matters most. They met in church ... on Christmas Eve. … Continue reading Connie and Billy ~ A Christmastime Story

A Day of Thanksgiving and Prayer ~

The Original Thanksgiving Proclamtion After the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving Day is our most observed national holiday. The tradition harks back to the colonists of Plymouth Plantation, Massachusetts, who, after their first harvest, held a celebratory feast in the fall of 1621—a three-day celebration in which local Native American chiefs and tribesmen participated. But the … Continue reading A Day of Thanksgiving and Prayer ~

The Squish

I was startled to be there … on the floor.    Flattened like a beaten boxer. Surrounded by chair legs and sofa bottoms. Gawked at by books that had been leaning on each other for years. On my back in the autumn dusk. Mattressed on my favorite carpet … gazing up at recessed-lights that looked … Continue reading The Squish

Home

  Ten thousand six hundred nineteen miles is a long way. 

But it’s not so long if it delivers you home … for the first time in three years. Not such an odyssey if it leaves behind a war ... and lands you on the other side of the world … back in the arms … Continue reading Home

Water Your Children

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Lady Mirage

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Don’t Ever Guilt Me

I’m sorry, not. I’ll never … not ever … apologize for who I am ... for what I have ... or for how my life’s unfolded. I’m white, a middle-class success … and I worked for what I have. And I’m a man. Don’t bother trying to guilt me … about anything … ’cause I’m not some … Continue reading Don’t Ever Guilt Me

Kidhood

Kidhood should happen when you turn nine … maybe ten. And last until the day you turn fourteen. Then it’s over. Done. That’s when everything you’ve learned starts to count. For real. Tommy Scott taught me to follow directions … by diagramming touch-football plays on my bony chest … with his stiff index-finger. The McCann … Continue reading Kidhood