CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS

When I tell anyone that my current Christmas trees are made of crab-pots, they look at me with a blank stare and say, “Huh?” The last time Rodney and I were on Hatteras Island together we discovered these magic trees. We walked into the Maritime Museum on the south...
My Best Friend

My Best Friend

I am not sure when I first met Rebecca, but I do know that it was at the First Presbyterian Church in Arkansas City, Kansas. We met in Sunday School and Choir. Our choirs…no matter how young we were…sang at least one response in worship every Sunday. We always sat up...
Trees and Memories

Trees and Memories

Trees evoke memories! Memories shape the past and enlighten the future. I ponder the role certain trees have played as they flood my memories. The role of people I understand. My meditative council speaks wisdom – sometimes invited, but often unbidden. A diverse bunch...
Autumn Days

Autumn Days

The windows of my apartment look out over the Courtyard. There is only one real problem of living in this retirement community — there just aren’t any birds to look at in our Courtyard. But this morning when I looked out my bedroom window I was stunned to...