Sad Recollections
Betty June and I sit in a coffee shop hunkered over our lattes and talk about the Vietnam Conflict and all the young people we lost. Guilt racked us both for not fighting alongside our peers. We knew it was a government war and growing up in the Hills we had little...
Saving Lily Rose
Sometimes, I recall all the dogs who have drifted through my life like angels sent from heaven to lift my spirits and give me somebody to love. Several revelations occurred while caught up in pondering so intense it brought them back to life. I could feel the warmth...
The Company of the Saints
When a child, I often sat with my eyes closed in stillness on the bank of Dismal Creek waiting for God to call me back to my real home. Occasionally, my brother would stumble across me sitting there optimistic our Creator would be yanking me back any second. Nothing...