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
I can’t think of a better time than this year to share a sad story with a happy ending.
I love happy endings, don’t you?
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 ~
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
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
Enter a caption When I was a kid, trouble had no trouble finding me. “Trouble” might be too strong. Call it mischief. Or devilry. I never thought I was doing anything wrong-wrong. I was just doin’ different stuff. So … so I got into different trouble. You gettin’ this? “There is always one … Continue reading Water Your Children
Guest post: The lady strolled in sepia, through a Technicolor crowd A woman from another time, another place allowed A gentleman to tip his hat, with hope to catch her eye And earn the slightest hint of smile, as she goes walking by He had no hat to tip, as the pavement lay beyond her … Continue reading Lady Mirage
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 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