Earlier today, my lifelong friend Kelly shared the following on Facebook: You know how the Mona Lisa is so intriguing because there are all sorts of ways to interpret her smile? I encountered something this morning that evoked that same feeling in me, making me wish I could have snapped a picture of it: I … Continue reading The Woman at the Cross
Ch. 1: Passages
Challenger: 73 Seconds Define 30 Years
Dateline – Tuesday, 28 January 1986. 11:35 a.m. I’m upstairs in my bedroom, cramming the last of my new textbooks in my bag, grabbing a few extra pens and my journal, and checking my look in the mirror: clean-shaven, every single hair gelled in place, and wearing a white oxford with a blue Hugo Boss … Continue reading Challenger: 73 Seconds Define 30 Years
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Dream On
When I was 7 or 8, my brother, 19 years my elder, moved back into our house after he separated with his wife, and we shared the narrow attic bedroom space. That must have been weird for him, as he had spent his entire childhood up there with our other two brothers, who were much … Continue reading Dream On
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There Is Always A Clearing
There Is Always A Clearing. There is always a clearing. I discovered this long after you had passed, Where, in the absence of light I imagined the night Opening its pitch-black door just right-- ajar For eyes like mine that yearned for hope, promise, Love. And there you were -- are still to this same … Continue reading There Is Always A Clearing
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14 Hours In Light: Part 6. The Final Ascent and Facing The Final Fear
Part 6. The Final Ascent and Facing The Final Fear Braeden decides to join us at the last minute, and he and Madelyn lead the way to the top of the hill. Their energy is boundless, and Rob and I take our time making the steep climb. The sun still seems high in the sky, … Continue reading 14 Hours In Light: Part 6. The Final Ascent and Facing The Final Fear
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Thoughts on “Lines Written in Early Spring”
Finksburg, MD- 2 May 2015. I stood at the end of the long driveway where, about a quarter-mile behind me, my daughter led her pony into the fields, finding her way among the green grasses that seemed to have leaped from the ground in a rush to usher in spring. From my vantage point, where … Continue reading Thoughts on “Lines Written in Early Spring”
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