The Folks Who Keep You Together

The Folks Who Keep You Together

You love your morning coffee, your lunchtime salad, and your ice cream for dessert. So God made a farmer. You adore the clothes you wear, the car you drive. And farmers are behind it all. They are the folks who keep you together. Growing up in America’s Heartland, I...
When Your Memory Starts to Fade

When Your Memory Starts to Fade

“Why can’t I remember that?” my almost 93-year-old neighbor quizzed me. “I mean I can remember back, but then I can’t remember yesterday or even what I was doing a few minutes ago.” After nine decades, there comes a time when the memory starts to fade.  Sigh. I...
Your Summer is NOT Over!

Your Summer is NOT Over!

The kids are trudging back to school. The grill is resting up after that last burger fest. But wait . . . summer is NOT over! There is still four weeks before summer officially passes the baton to fall. Granted, this week I’ve had to wear a thick hoodie when walking...
When Men Cry

When Men Cry

Yesterday I experienced something of a rarity in my life. Watching a grown man cry. Genuine tears. Tears of brokenness. Tears of sadness. Tears of grief. You see, my longtime neighbor died this week of heart issues, and this was her 40-something son talking to me from...
We All Could Use an Angel

We All Could Use an Angel

            Do any of us really expect an angel to show up at our doorstep? Really? I don’t. But now I’m not so sure. A few weeks ago, when my doorbell rang about 10:30 a.m., I trotted upstairs from my office to look through the peephole. A blondish-gray haired woman...
Simply Do your Best

Simply Do your Best

I am a writer who arranges words for a living, and along the way, I’ve been privileged to work with notable photographers and artists. Who model simply do your best. Just this past week, I wrote a magazine article on celebrated artist, painter, and sculptor Thomas...
Live Like You Are Dying

Live Like You Are Dying

The phone call. The knock on the door. The social media post. Some unexpected bad news just never arrives gracefully. In an instant we learn that a loved one is terribly ill, injured, or already dead. We are reminded to live like we are dying. One second we are...
Who Are We to Complain?

Who Are We to Complain?

It’s easy to complain and grumble and think we’ve got it rough. And then we meet someone who stops us short in our griping. I met one of these someones this past week for coffee, and I now I keep asking myself, “Who am I to complain?” I met Hawa briefly about a year...