The Climb
a cloud basks in dawn's first rays . . . the marsh is quiet but for the wail of a loon Gabe always had an artist's bent. Early on, he was a builder, a civil engineer. Whole cities with houses, tunnels, and…
South of Tomorrow
A peaceful country road winds its way through the quiet fields and pastures just south of the Mason-Dixon Line here in Maryland. This lazy pathway is not encumbered with bumper-to-bumper…
Reveille
The bugle sounds and I rise from bed, thoughts of an early-morning swim drifting through my mind. We gather in the field and the camp-master utters his daily questions. Who wants…
Prophesy
Everyone knows Dino was the last real dinosaur—the Jurassic Park superstars, just digital facsimiles conceived to honor his existence. My eight-or-so-inch-high brontosaurus from Sinclair Oil's plastic molding machine—once warm to…
Memorial Day, 2018
Dad died two years ago today. How’s that for a Memorial Day memory? The park is filled with families and friends gathered together around barbecue grills, coolers, bouquets of large…
Make That a Double
Mom had a poodle named Martini. She loved that dog but may have loved the liquid indulgence even more. I mean, she always pampered that mutt, but she could also…
Light as Air
I don't know much about butterflies. I can recognize a Monarch when I see one, but other than that, they're just nice to look at. Today a white one, with…
Last Account
We are vanishing from the earth, yet I cannot think we are uselessor else Usen would not have created us. He created all tribes of menand certainly had a righteous…
In the Fields of Forever
along the bywayto adulthoodan apple tree bloomed . . .now I pick its fruitwith weathered hands I’m in rows of corn, running my fingers through the rustling leaves, the scent…
Inside the Gold Mine
The wooden stairs are steep, only about ten of them but steep. At the foot is Grandma’s canning pantry complete with carefully sealed Mason jars filled with applesauce, jams, jellies,…
