Chapter One The cool fingers of autumn streaked the bright blue October sky with swirls of white and gray – wispy peaks and valleys drawn across the sky as if by some giant hand. The old lighthouse, long abandoned, stood like a pillared-sentry, blindly guarding the rocky shoal, five hundred yards off the island cliff; still the lighthouse… Read More »
Last night, I was thinking about my grandfather. My grandfather passed away many years ago, but he remains a part of my life. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. He was, without a doubt, the greatest single influence in my life. He was my hero – and he still is. While… Read More »
I never knew his name until I read his obituary. You will think I’m shallow when you read this. You are probably right. The man has been a joke of sorts in our town since I can remember. I used to see Pop-can George riding his bike around town. He’d always have three or four plastic bags stuffed… Read More »
Have you ever really listened to the rain? Have you memorized the sound of it as it pours down on the streets and the roofs and the leaves and the grass? Now it is a sunny day and for all the world it looks like summer, feels like summer, smells like summer, yet the ridge of trees just… Read More »
It is a brooding, gray, rainy day. The house is quieter now than I can ever remember it. I feel older today. I’m tired. I’m pensive and anxious and I don’t know why. I’m feeling down today. It’s unusual for me to feel this way, still when it happens, I enjoy it. I enjoy feeling this way. Isn’t… Read More »
So often we get caught up in our own concerns; we get caught in the trap of our busy lives, in the tangled web of our own routines, and in the worries and the concerns we face. I don’t know if there are rain puddles in Heaven, but I know for sure there are rain puddles here on… Read More »