I sometimes miss the days when I had to reach up to take my mother’s hand. She would wrap me in layers of winter clothing so deep that I...

My wife, Sue, and I were great winter puzzle workers. In fact a puzzle was an integral part of our courtship. Life is kind of like a...

A few words just created for what might be a new novel: That morning the sea was calm with just a bit of a roll. The water was bluer...

In January I took a trip with my friend Hershel. For quite some time we had talked about going to South Carolina to visit Dick Whitaker....

One of my favorite poems is Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken. The closing lines are these: "I took the one less traveled by, and that...

After my friend Debbie read the chapter called The Butterfly Years from my first novel Angel and the Ivory Tower she asked how I could...