A Long Short Story

The long-fingered rays of the warm evening sun brushed her cheeks with the warm kisses in the quietness of the country evening.  She strode along the edge of the woods, seeking calmness.  The fragrance of the crushed, ripe, summer grass…

Can I Tell Y’all a Story?

Let me warn you that it’s long and meandering and doesn’t have a tidy ending.  I have to also preface it with this: I’ve been unsure of the right timing or way to share these thoughts, because there are so…

God As Our Father

This year my youngest child will be fifty-seven.  He is a strong and caring man of many concerns and responsibilities.  Yet, when I look at him, there is still a picture in the back of my mind of a mischievous,…