Spirit Eyes

Spirit Eyes

It was a transition year.  You know, the first Christmas, when you get underpants in your stocking instead of twenty-five feet of emulsified corn syrup, rolled up with a fun fruity name?   Toys and trinkets no longer have the power to wake you at 4:00 in the...
Priceless Presence

Priceless Presence

What’s that – do I have a favorite child?  Well sure! Depending on the day, deed or just because, I convince each one of my four children, in a cross-your-heart-don’t-tell-the others sort of way, that he or she is forever my favorite. Short lived and worth...
Keep Pedaling

Keep Pedaling

The labored breathing wrestled with the pounding of the runner’s feet against the poor man’s pavement.  (At least that’s what the county road worker called it when we questioned why they were masticating our paved road and layering it with tar and rock)  The...
The Grace Button

The Grace Button

The incessant tick, tick, tick of the timer wavered in between folly and just plain panic.  I mean, it’s challenging enough just to pinch-ahold of those little critters. Okay, not really critters, more like twenty-five, three-dimensional, plastic molded,...