I drove through Tree Town today. It’s such a strange feeling. It might be different if we had moved away, but we didn’t. We still…
100. Under the Missing Steeple (Ode to Tree Town)
What if I had just been quiet? What if I hadn’t told a soul? What if I had kept all the hurt and pain inside…
84. Pretty Boy
When I was growing up, my Aunt Marie had a parrot. He was the quintessential parrot. He had a green body, red and yellow on his head, and just a touch of the prettiest violet color I’d ever seen.
His name was Pretty Boy.
81. Meetings (Stand Alone)
I know, I know… this week is supposed to be part 3 of The Path. It’s sitting in the queue, waiting for next week. I…
80. The Path (Part 2)
As a child, we had missionaries come to our church all the time. They always encouraged us to pray and ask God if He wanted…
76. Guilty Members
Guilty… Guilt: (noun) the fact of having committed a specified or implied offense or crime Guilt: (verb) Make someone feel guilty, especially in order to…
69. Twenty Twenty Three
New year’s resolutions. Everyone makes them. Lose weight, eat better, exercise more, spend less time on social media, spend more time with family, slow down,…
67. O Christmas Tree (Town)
Some of those events at Tree Town became more complicated because of my own doing. I always wanted to improve. I always wanted to do things better than the time before… people responded to those ideas. They enjoyed the productions, the parties, the services, the parades… I more than helped feed that frenzy.
65. Spontaneity
So, I booked it. I didn’t even unpack my bags from the previous trip. Instead, I washed my dirty clothes and put them back in the suitcase.
4. A New Home
“The year was 1992, the month was January. The carpet was yellow. His boots were gray eel skin”