Mourning, this morning
Epic days are meant for historians to make meaning from. In the meantime, the rest of us have to experience history in the making. Days like yesterday must be felt before they are understood. This morning, I don’t have much capacity for words. I sit here in a state of mourning, this morning.
Where Is Home?
Home is where our memories are. We mostly think that it is among our family, but it is also within a certain place. I have lived in a few other places besides my hometown, yet it is in Visalia I have developed my sense of home. I think of all our family events that took […]
One Wide Grey Line With Fuzzy Edges
One of the most difficult things I have faced in recent years is coming to realize that much that I thought or hoped was clearly a black or white; either/or issue was more realistically like a friend once described as “a wide grey line with fuzzy edges.” Politics, religion, and every other topic we can […]
Marathon Of Life
“Some people have their marathons to train for, their mountains to climb, their planes to jump out of. I have my own list, and it is about time to begin.” I wrote that almost a decade ago. Oh, fleeting time… I must have been a bit jealous of those who appeared to live […]