“No.” I say firmly toward a brick wall in front of me. “Nope. Nuh-uh. Not good enough. No.” Next to me Tiffany asserts: “No way. No. No!” To the same wall. Continue reading “No”
One of my occasionally unhelpful patterns is to connect with the people who are leaving. I thought about that, uncomfortably, one of the deep Fall evenings we shared the way home.
There is another way to see that. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Friend”
I went to church on Tuesday. Well, sort of. Continue reading “A Soldier’s World”
When we chatted last week, I hesitated to ask you a favor.
The favor was for you to write to me once or twice. I hesitated, because I wasn’t sure how well that would serve either of us, and because the time for asking favors ran out. If I were to do what I hesitated to ask of you, it would go like this. Continue reading “A Monday Letter”
Devon from the Teacher Training invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gathering, 8 people around the table, mostly Devon’s local close friends and loved ones, only Derek (Caroline’s friend) and I relative strangers.
As we dine, the sun sets, we eat by candlelight. Continue reading “The Mourning Moon”