
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...
My 10-year old twin granddaughters, their mother, Kate, and I were standing with my wife, Paula, waiting for awards to...
So my 10-year-old granddaughter Angie is sitting beside me as we drive back to Shepherdstown from Boonsboro after returning her...
Wyatt loves trains and bikes. He has a bike and knows to wear a helmet. And he always does. Once...
My grandson Wyatt loves trains. When he sees or hears a train his body quivers. Once when he was two...
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...
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around my world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.
I miss Senator Byrd.
The responses to last Sunday’s post (Gifts from Our Fathers) were not as many as those to my Mother’s Day post (Mama Said). Forty-two for moms; 24 for dads, which was more than I expected actually. Here's a sampler.
My father gave me a gift he didn’t mean to.
I envy my evangelical friends. They face death with an unshakable confidence.
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