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?
GUEST POST BY MIKE SACKETT God rest ye merry gentlemen America’s reborn A fervent hope, an answered prayer On starlit Christmas morn From sea to shining sea we stand By fields of yellow corn Oh tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy God rest ye merry gentlemen Our … Continue reading God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen Old Glory Still Survives
I wonder if you need shoes in Heaven. One of the most splendid teachers I never met is gone. Never once met her. Never heard her voice ... or studied her face. Can't tell you how tall she was ... or how she styled herself. But I will forever wonder what sort of shoes she wore. … Continue reading Good Shoes Take You Good Places
Is this not the most perfect punctuation mark for this miserable moment of school failure? "School District Apologizes After Teacher Tells First Graders Santa Isn't Real" But they're not really sorry. Nope ... because Santa was in the way of that "grit 'n rigor" stuff. So they called in Miss Grinch ... the Christmas Crud. She did … Continue reading First Grade Christmas Blues
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
GUEST POST “My Twenty Three Years As An Orphan” ~ by Mike SackettI can’t decide if I’m seeing my old life as Walt and Mary’s late-hatching egg through smoke, fog or dust…but something is making those years hazy, so it might be all three. After popping out five Depression-era peeps in as many years, Mom and … Continue reading “What Will They Think of Next?” NewFangledness
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