Terrible News Driving to church one morning, Diana and I commented on the beautiful day. Sunshine poured down. It was a breathtaking morning, and not to drink it in seemed a shame. Then that text arri
With each passing year, death seems more tangible. Physical losses shout loudly to those of us who have traveled not years, but decades. I noticed weakness first in my hands. In the first half of lif
What a lovely feeling Your hand upon mine The brush of your cheek As I kiss you good night The knowing glances Across the room, Sending thoughts we share Responding in kind to the laughter of children