“Where are you from?” This may be one of the first questions you put to a person who was a complete stranger only minutes before. I believe this question is the most quintessential of any query we may make to another. With these words, we are inviting the other to open up the door to…… Continue reading Where Are You From?
Boomer was our little buddy. He was crazy and unique, full of doggy personality. Boomer loved to be with us always, especially when we traveled. He, along with Hogan who preceded Boomer in death in July of this year, have been on many road trips with us, to Texas twice, Florida and Ohio and most…… Continue reading Obit for Boomer
Yesterday as I whizzed around a corner in our small town, running errands, I did a double take as a small red car passed me. There in the back seat, staring straight ahead sat POTUS. I kid you not. I saw Donald J. Trump, 45th President of these United States in all his Orange glory,…… Continue reading Strange Sighting
The two sisters open the back door, holding the laundry basket between them. It is already quite dark outside; a starless night with no light anywhere. They were supposed to get these wet towels hung on the clothes line after dinner, before going up to their room. Their mother had gotten home from work around…… Continue reading Haunted Hogan Creek
Last week while I was driving down a side street in a small town in Indiana I saw something up ahead on the sidewalk that I could not figure out. It was sky blue, topped with a shiny silvery dome. And it was moving very slowly. As I neared the object and it became clear…… Continue reading Mystery and Joy
I was surprised when five year old Dylan (not his real name) broke ranks with the group of older children, most of whom he knew – one was his brother, to cross the invisible line and hand another child the pair of shoes he was holding. He did this without anyone prompting him. In fact…… Continue reading Doing the Right Thing
It is not OK. It is not well with my soul, and no manner of things are well. Not to disparage Julian of Norwich, but this is how I feel. I am so used to hearing of men, women and children being gunned down by evil, that my heart has become crusted over with scar…… Continue reading All is Not Well