Category Archives: Essays

Raincrows

Today was a rainy, unseasonably chilly day in May. I waited most of the day for the rain to stop so that I could take my daily walk. I’ve always liked to walk but just in the past couple months I’ve become an avid walker; motivated by recent health problems and spurred on by my Georgian friend, I… Read More »

Spooning

It all started with a spoon. I know that now. It took me decades to figure it out. I have fought a losing battle with fat my entire life. From a chubby junior high boy who wore “Huskies”, to the rotund man I became later in life — I’m a fat man and I’m sure I’ll always be.… Read More »

Things We Can’t See

Things We Can’t See The wind howls from the south and rattles the windows. I watch the storm and revel in its power, surrendering to its majesty, and admiring its beauty and strength, I sit mesmerized by the window. It occurs to me that no one really knows where the wind comes from or to where it goes.… Read More »

Thinking About Crocuses

Thinking About Crocuses I don’t have much of a life, I guess. I’ve been waiting all winter to see some form of life spring forth from the cold, almost-still-frozen earth. Normally, the first things to spring forth are the crocuses, and most years these hearty little flowers start poking their heads up through the hard, brittle soil near… Read More »

The Greatest Man I Ever Knew

I’ve seen statues of great men: Lincoln, Washington, Roosevelt, Pasteur, Churchill, and others. They were all heroes in their time. I’ve met famous politicians. But, I have never considered any of them heroes though. Politicians today are a breed apart from ordinary folks. That’s a good thing, I assure you. Whenever I hear a politician speak I watch… Read More »

The First Day of Spring

Today is the first day of spring, and after the winter we’ve had in my little corner of the world, it really means something this year. Normally, the first day of spring comes and goes, and I pay it little attention. Our winters in recent years have been more of a series of protracted springs than real winters.… Read More »