Soft Blue

Soft Blue

Soft Blue Gramma's eyes spoke in soft blue, like the late-day summer sky just as nimbus clouds become bundles but before flashes claim thunder’s rumbling.Dad traveled to see her as a matter of routine, and on these trips sometimes I was invited to tag along. We got to her house one winter night with the Wisconsin blizzard baring…
Sunday’s Mistress

Sunday’s Mistress

Sunday’s Mistress In five years I'll be that much older, she thought. Claire caught sight of the wrinkles on the back of her hand, a measure of the irrevocable marks of aging. She made a tight fist causing some lines to magically disappear and laid down her pen, silently closing the estate planning folder that her attorney had…
Traveling Light: The Duffle Shuffle

Traveling Light: The Duffle Shuffle

Traveling Light: The Duffle Shuffle My duffle bag, may it rest in peace and in pieces, has served me well. For five years it hauled and housed my taekwondo garment when my boys and I were earning our ways up the colored belt ladder. It served again, on two separate occasions, when adopting my boys from Central America.…
Colored Waters

Colored Waters

Colored Waters (featuring the paintings of Winslow Homer, American artist, 1836-1910)  When I was a kid, we lived in a house on a hill overlooking the lake. The town had a lumbermill, and the house was built by local lumbermen. Honey oak floors bordered by high base boards rolled out like a welcome mat. Heavy oak doors decked…
That None Be Lost

That None Be Lost

That None Be Lost   Enjoy my article at CatholicVineyard.com
When Jesus Walks By

When Jesus Walks By

When Jesus Walks By    Enjoy my article at CatholicVineyard.com