The sun still hasn’t managed to tip the treetops. Somewhere in the east, it is slowly making its way to the horizon but it isn’t there yet. And, although the weatherman says rain won’t move in ’til tonight, something wet is falling from the sky. It isn’t snow, sleet, hail, or oobleck. By the way, […]
Jul 5, 2013
The Lights of Home
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Last night my family and I sat on the grass at the park and watched the fireworks display at the stadium. Other folk had gathered too for the same purpose. As the displays rose and burst with a lot of color and a lot of noise, I thought of what they represented: freedom bought with […]
May 26, 2013
Clint
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His name was Clinton Lee Day. He was my oldest nephew, Mom and Dad’s first grandchild and we thought he was pretty special. He had big, brown eyes with amazingly long lashes. He was slim and quick and had a laugh that made everyone around him want to laugh too. He visited us often when […]
Apr 18, 2013
When the Storms Come
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I look out my front room window at a world blurred by rain. In fact, the rain is coming down so hard that it’s rather like a filmy gray curtain drawn across the green of springtime. A small bird dodged under the overhanging eave of the house and now clings to the bricks, sheltering from […]
Apr 14, 2013
The Things We Can’t Hold in Our Hands
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Yesterday I sat with a group of people who, like me, love freedom and are concerned it may be slipping away. We were from a lot of different backgrounds and a wide age range but we had one thing in common: love of country and our Constitution. And I thought about freedom. What is it? […]
