Today is Father’s Day, a day to celebrate all the dads out there. Happy Father’s Day to my son, Matt Manos, who is a super father. Just ask his children. I think of my father every day but on this day, there is a particular vacancy, because Dad isn’t here and I can’t hear him sing […]
Jun 18, 2021
When the Storms Roll In
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When the storms roll in, it’s good to be anchored tightly and securely to something that will not move. I see a tropical storm is headed toward the Gulf Coast. I imagine that coast has weathered countless waves that battered it and winds that tore through it. In life too, we have storms that jolt […]
Jun 17, 2021
The Invisibility Cloak
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Replay of a Past Post: When one reaches a certain age, attains a veritable number of years, one becomes invisible. You don’t believe me? It’s true and I’m here to prove it. Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Shield; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in […]
Jun 15, 2021
Thoughts for Early Morning
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When the sunlight tips the treetops And the grass is damp with dew, As the air is filled with birds’ song, Then my thoughts return to you. Something about the early morning puts hope in my heart. Everything is fresh and unspoiled. It’s another day, filled with possibilities. It is as old as time yet […]
Jun 14, 2021
When You’ve Lost the Tune
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Sometimes it’s hard to start the day with a song; a dream seems just out of reach, feelings are hurt, we sorely miss someone who isn’t here, bodies grow fatigued, a harsh word clouds a sunny day. There’s something, though, about lifting up our heads and looking at a new day with hope that puts […]
Jun 12, 2021
The Wild Downhill Ride
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Mrs. Potts was lonely. The winter was long and cold, the days were dark and short, and snow kept hanging onto the streets like the remnants of an old, torn coat. The phone rang. Mrs. Deer’s voice came over the line. “Come on over for a bowl of stew and cornbread.” “Sure,” Mrs. Potts said, […]
