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South Pacific Sun
The little girl was telling some tall tales. Dreams, conjured from the depths of an innocent soul, about fantastical whales and maybe mermaids and other oceanic creatures. Hard to know…she talked so fast, scampering in and out of the shadows…




Rebirth
Rebirth. I suppose that’s where this Easter situation started. I’m not sure how a rabbit and eggs, unrelated to each other, made their way into an early spring resurrection Sunday, but a fat dude in a red suit falling down chimneys…




Wild and Free
I watched the horses run, wild and free and unmoving across the stretched canvas. A young one, somewhere between foal and colt, led the small herd, her gangly, undeveloped limbs at odds with her dominance.  Wonder if that one is still…




Somewhere Other Than Where We Are
I haven’t been on the InstaTwitFace in quite a long time. Folks in my ecosystem know this, and every so often they’ll send me whatever rare gem they might find in that wasteland of digital dystopia. Like today. The video…




The Little Girl in the Puffy Pink Jacket
A few years ago, I stumbled into an angel. At the time, I was in a decidedly non-Christmas place, but she offered a timely reminder that my state of mind was indeed a decision.She became the inspiration for my holiday message that…




Musings from 30,000 feet
Here I am, 30,000 feet in the air, turning over and under the dirt of my life. What I’ve planted. What has grown. What has died on the vine.I’ve become more and more convinced that many of our problems, individually…




Remembering
Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid. They have earned our undying gratitude. America will never forget their sacrifices.Harry Truman delivered those remarks to the United States Armed…




Swimming in God
Small fish drifted past the orange Garibaldi hovering a few yards below my dangling feet. I didn’t know what the small fish were called. Names shouldn’t matter, but I guess they do matter, especially if that name is God. A lot…




The One That Got Away
I always thought I’d marry a girl from Texas.  I even had one in mind, although she was already married to a guy who spent most of his time hammered in the ship’s casino. I was a solo act on…




Mile Marker 53, Highway 60
Mile marker 53, Highway 60. If you go, you’ll find things that used to be, boarded-up concrete gravestones for the dreams that died here. Some are obvious… the peeling paint on the Mexican restaurant sign, the fallen donkey cutout of the Burro…