He loved how there was always change: new details, accents, refinements of room that cast all known and loved as new. However grand, however small, nuances that changed the spirit—spirit of a home, spirit of a home, the souls that lived amongst; visiting or making home. Natural of tones, simple […]
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Journal Pages
CAR RIDE QUESTION
“Dad, are we Christian or Catholic?” my youngest son asks on drive to gym and basketball practice. “We are both,” I answer. “Catholicism is the first Christian Church founded by Peter as appointed by Jesus.” He is in fourth grade, but he is thinking to his future. He is thinking of girls, […]
Short Story
KILLING FROST
She felt the moon. She felt the magic—both calling to her then. A change on the wind, cool blow from the north. There would be a killing frost; ice crystals’ suspend in air and sky forming halo around full moon, bright aurora around form, hinter-edged in prism light, kaleidoscopic in the […]
Journal Pages
4.8
I’m disking a field today. It’s been a while since I’ve ran one. I am finding it therapeutic—as work with good and observable results often can be. The field I am working is covered in ruts. It was a wet spring and, sometimes, you have to make the best go of a […]