Browsing Category: Journal Pages

        Does anyone else miss the pre-smart phone age?  Maps and printed directions with need and want for a copilot that was human: the indirect way of finding a place in which the travel was as much of the adventure as reach of the destination.         Of course, we can always go […]

        “I am living an answered prayer,” I remind myself—sitting on a bucket, shagging balls as my son throws from a homemade mound into a homemade strike zone and backstop.  He’s just home from practice and still wants to play.         “Dad, do you want to watch me pitch?” he asked when […]

               “Many of the Jews who had come to Mary and seen what Jesus had done began to believe in him.  But some of them went to the Pharisees and told them what Jesus had done.  So the chief priests and the Pharisees convened the Sanhedrin and said, ‘What are we going to do?  This […]

               I wrote a story yesterday, one I thought might resonate and lead someone to respond.  No one did.  Reflecting, I thought how some stories we love mean nothing to others and how others—ones we scribble in a moment, discard and dismiss—are loved for reasons we ourselves don’t see.                As a writer, it made […]