(Please note: This is continued from the previous post titled, "I've Been on the Road to Hell.")
We advanced a few yards only to encounter what can best be described as a concrete tube so huge it...
I’ve been on the road to hell. I can tell you how to get there. I can attest it isn’t paved with anything, including good intentions.
Outside Gqeberha, South Africa, sits the...
My son, Joshua, and I were on a West Coast road trip. Beverly Hills. No hillbillies unless you counted us. Getty Museum were one of the docents beckoned me over, releasing stress hormones as I...
Do you like those pictures which are beautiful but ambiguous? The ones with rich detailing of spirals or lines or swirls and sparkling with iridescent colors? The ones where you’re looking at...
Are you ever overwhelmed with boxes? Not the kind labeled “nuts,” “bolts,” and “washers” in the garage. Not the flattened cardboard panels loitering in the...
His frustration, evident as a wart on the tip of one’s nose, was just as unpleasant.
“Mom!! Can’t you just think inside the box?”
He’d been presented with a...
Every break-up, whether in friendships, romance, or jobs, grows from the same root. When to stay and when to go in any situation is never easy. The more personal the relationship, the more...
It’s funny what sticks in your mind. I don’t recall many details from the classes I took in high school with Mr. Ross, but I do remember three items. 1) The stories he told about...
Do you ever struggle with how to help someone?
Why can't life be guided by traffic signals? Red light? Stop! Green light? Full speed ahead!
Why can’t the space between “You’re to...
You prayed, and she still died.
You persevered, and he still walked out.
You took them in and provided a home of safety, nurturing, and love, and the court took them away, sending them back into a...
The girl crouched in the dim basement, hammer in hand, downing an emotional cocktail of shame and determination.
One blow. Two. Three. That should be enough. She examined the strike site. Greenish...
Did you ever have that classmate, friend, or sibling who won every game? Because they were older, faster, smarter. Or designated themselves as play-master and invented such complex rules there was...
