Something happens on one’s inside when the season of grandparenting arrives. (Something happens on one’s outside too, but that’s a subject for another column.) In the classic children’s book, The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams, a stuffed toy rabbit, who had observed real live rabbits playing in the garden, asks a …
On the right day, at the scheduled time, my co-worker and I adjusted our bifocals. Then we sat down in front of my work computer for an introduction to the office’s newly installed file management program. Over speaker phone, an enthusiastic company rep introduced himself as Tim and requested permission …
The Preacher brought the latest Joey and Rory DVD home the other day. Their final concert. October, 2015. The windows of the concert hall barn glow. Music seeps out, the kind you’d expect to hear on a quiet Tennessee country evening. Strung up between guitar and banjo, carried on voices …
“Consider it pure joy when you experience trials of many kinds,” the Bible instructs Christians in James chapter one. Say what? During an interview with the Preacher and me on the Christian television program 100 Huntley Street, our host, Jim Cantelon, asked a telling question. We were discussing West Nile Diary, my book …
The school’s empty staff room seemed a perfect place to lull a baby to sleep. I sat in a big old armchair, my tiny grandson resting on my lap. In the gym down the hall his parents and their fellow cast members rehearsed for the upcoming community musical. Fragments of …
It happened decades ago, but I remember the baptisms of our two children. They went under the water of Echo Lake in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, and they came up coated with green algae. It hung from them in strings, like summer tinsel. Their father …
