The Mystery of the Swaying Crepe Myrtle

The Mystery of the Swaying Crepe Myrtle

A branch on the crepe myrtle just outside my window is swaying. What is making it move? It isn’t the wind. The breeze is still; all the other branches are still. It’s a mystery! (I think I know the answer–a squirrel, but since I didn’t glimpse him, I’ll just keep the mystery.) Mysteries are on […]

How Do You Look at Things?

How Do You Look at Things?

My sister-in-law Linda and I found these old glasses in their case when we were cleaning out Mom and Dad’s storage room.  I know two things about them:  they are old and I like them a lot. They did not belong to my parents and I’m guessing some previous owner of the house and storage […]

The Beauty of Brothers

The Beauty of Brothers

  Today is the birthday of my oldest brother, Tracy. We laugh and call him the Emperor, the boss of the clan. It is also the birthday of my oldest nephew, Clint. In honor of this, I re-post an article I wrote a couple of years ago. My brothers and I often reminisce. Sadly, we don’t […]

A Tight Grip on Freedom

A Tight Grip on Freedom

  I hate war. I hate the thought of it: the separation from loved ones, the pain and death and cruelty and barbarism. What is at the heart of war? Why can we not live, each in his own country, peacefully? “War is hell,” said General Sherman. He should know. He certainly inflicted a lot of it on […]

Refrigerator Love

Refrigerator Love

  Your refrigerator may be a shining white or stainless steel beauty. It probably is not a bulletin board, like mine. My refrigerator holds perishable food items on the inside and dear-to-my heart items on the outside. Pictures, quotes, Bible verses, more pictures, children’s handprints, priceless works of art, all together in happy, carefree abandon adorn that […]

Is Summer in Your Soul?

Is Summer in Your Soul?

“For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.” –  Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Old Player Is summer in your soul? Is it in mine? I mean the best parts of summer–barefoot days, bees busy in the clover, blue skies studded with white puffs of clouds. I’d like to keep […]