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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WEEP FOR OUR REPUBLIC
I miss Senator Byrd.
GIFTS FROM OUR FATHERS, PART 2
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.
GIFTS FROM OUR FATHERS
My father gave me a gift he didn’t mean to.
THE GIFT OF FAITH
I envy my evangelical friends. They face death with an unshakable confidence.