Stuff I believe, now that I’m sixty-one and basically a grown man
I once believed that I was an agent of original thought, now in the five-o’clock shadow of life, I see that I am something like a lego-man—a composite of longin...
Category: Love
An open letter to the Lord God complaining about the abundance of sickness and suffering
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
Twenty-nine years of marital steps and missteps
Isolating habits, a wandering mind, and ill-conceived ideas for gifts, are just a few things I’ve learned to own after 29 years of marriage. On this score...
Walking a fence line north of Chip Lake
Yesterday, walking a fence line north of Chip Lake,I thought I saw my dad standing on a stony rise,like the one in Saskatchewan on the west side of the Riversid...