Grandma’s Kitchen Table
The memories and experiences imprint on our very soul and provide the standard by which we measure goodness, love, right, wrong, joy.
Read MoreThe memories and experiences imprint on our very soul and provide the standard by which we measure goodness, love, right, wrong, joy.
Read MoreIt’s easy to look around at the goings on of our current situation world-wide and panic. It’s also easy to say, “I’m not gonna…
Read MoreI spent the night hiding, and waiting to see what would become of the man who is my dearest friend. The mob had clamored…
Read MoreWe got here five days ago. Almond trees and poppies bloomed everywhere. People lined the streets. They sang Hosana, and laid palm fronds at…
Read MoreEchoed footsteps reverberated off the stone walls and marble floors. The measured pace an agonized pounding that was nearly enough to drive Dylan mad….
Read MoreRecently I was lucky enough to enjoy my first Home Concert. If you’ve never had the privilege, let me enlighten you. The way it…
Read MorePeace settled on the clearing in a nearly physical way. Its contrast to the violence of the events that had just taken place was…
Read MoreThe vase shattered against the wall, ceramic shrapnel rebounding an impressive distance. Kieran took a deep breath as he surveyed the destruction before him….
Read MoreDinah whimpered in relief at the sight of Dylan and collapsed to her knees beside him. She immediately put two fingers to his left…
Read MoreDevin’s throat was raw from the scream that tore through it when the gun was fired. The scene burned into his mind’s eye. It…
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