SAN ANGELO 1967
Our memories are strange and unwieldy beasts. Have you ever had a song grip you in its power, sending you back through the years to …
Our memories are strange and unwieldy beasts. Have you ever had a song grip you in its power, sending you back through the years to …
It’s been many years ago now, but I remember it clearly. I woke up early to get the turkey in the oven. Everyone in the …
I have just returned from a long awaited visit to my birthplace. Far and away to the northwest, nearly hanging off the jagged edge of …
I can just see the epitaph on my gravestone now. “In her 75th year of life, Rose conquered the attic.” It’s possible that a precipitous …
I’m not sure how this yearly event comes to bring us to the edge of divorce. First there is the angst of the rising cost …
We all know how a photograph can bring back a flood of memories. There we are in black and white – my cousin and I, perched …
I was chatting with our friends’ 8 year old son Seth when out of his mouth popped this question. “Miss Rose, who made God?” I …
Walking through the chill spring morning, I look up at the bluest of skies. It couldn’t be bluer. I marvel at its depth, its infinity. …
I love this song, written by Dennis Jernigan, who had a glimpse into the heart of our heavenly Father.“When the night is falling and the …
He is probably someone’s grandpa. He sits at a nearby table in our favorite restaurant on San Juan Island, a U.S. Navy cap firmly in …