Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               Life is a puzzle that, as ideal, becomes more clear in time and connection of its pieces.  Maybe one day it all comes together: we see it full for what it’s meant to be.  Maybe (and most likely for our majority) it remains greater and lesser degrees of mess; the proper place and fit […]

               Our son had a rough morning.  Rarely the peak of a nine-year old’s interests and priority—we went to church.  Worse, think perhaps we would take a family picture for potential Christmas card—we dressed up.                All of this he took in kind and time.  He tied his dress shirt around his waist.  He wore […]

               Our son was having a rough morning.  Rarely the peak of a nine-year old’s priorities and interests—we went to church.  Worse, think perhaps we would take a family picture for potential Christmas card—we dressed up.                All of this he took in kind and time.  He tied his dress shirt around his waist.  He […]

               “Dad, can we run the road in the morning?” my youngest son asks from top bunk of his bed.                 He ran the treadmill tonight.  He benched a thirty-five pound bar with ten pound bumpers on each side after dunking on a basketball hoop hanging from a downstairs closet door.  He’s been boxing me—hits […]

               “Dad, do you want to see how much I wrote?” my youngest son asks as I tuck him into bed saying “goodnight” and “I love you.”                “I do!” I answer excited at his expressed own.                “It’s down there,” he tells pointing to a desk that hangs from the foot of his bunk […]

               I drove the road where “By River’s Bend” wrote into my mind—O Highway headed north in bends through the Big River Bottoms, old timber stands that open to wide, flat fields that are flooded for ducks in the fall, broad plane of timber and flood before rising back into upland hills beyond.                There […]