Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               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 […]

               What is love?                 You know it when you feel it.  More important, you know it when you don’t.                 Love and romance, they are not the same.  Romance is the high, a hope-elation.                Love is something more.                Love is the selflessness, acts of service—great and small—we give because we care about […]

               I stop.  I breathe.  It is most anxious moment of my day—getting everyone out the door.                I’ve woke the kids.  Moved and prepped with little nudges to set day-momentum, there comes a moment when time is up and nudges cease.                A bomb goes off, like an EMP that kills and ends all […]