People at an Exhibition
My 10-year old twin granddaughters, their mother, Kate, and I were standing with my wife, Paula, waiting for awards to...
Eleven Is Weird
So my 10-year-old granddaughter Angie is sitting beside me as we drive back to Shepherdstown from Boonsboro after returning her...
Biking the Rails. (Wyatt trilogy, part 3)
Wyatt loves trains and bikes. He has a bike and knows to wear a helmet. And he always does. Once...
Story Time. (Wyatt trilogy, part 2)
My grandson Wyatt loves trains. When he sees or hears a train his body quivers. Once when he was two...
BACK SEAT DRIVER (Wyatt trilogy, part 1)
So, I’m driving my 4-year-old grandson Wyatt home after an all day visit at our house. He’s strapped snugly in his car...
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JAY IS HAPPY
Jay Hurley died last Saturday. A sad day for our town. A sad day for hundreds of his fans and friends.
THE BUG LADY
I visited a friend at Hospice of the Panhandle—the second friend admitted there in just four weeks.
A FOUNTAIN OF TEARS
This is a time to weep for the world. So I offer you this song of lament from Sinead O’Connor based directly on Isaiah chapter five.
NEVER AGAIN
The Lord was sorry that he had made humans. —Genesis 6.6