She was the lighthouse keeper’s granddaughter. She had inherited the tiny island, the small clapboard house, as well as lighthouse, when he died suddenly, and without warning the day before Christmas, seven years ago. The lighthouse had stood beautifully useless for more than twenty years, a beacon to all those whose yearnings draw them back to simpler times.… Read More »
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 »