When David Was Five-Year’s-Old

At the age of five, I remember standing at a white, horizontal fence, the kind used for horse pastures, watching my brother and sister leave for their favorite play area. What did the next king of Israel do at this age? I’m sure he knew nothing of kingdoms or wars,...

Tentacle Arms of Unforgiveness

It’s been said “you only hurt yourself when you don’t forgive.” It’s true, you hurt yourself, but you are not the only one that is hurt. Unforgiveness permeates relations, like the dark ink of an octopus spilled into the sea. When one person blames another and refuses...

Billowy Dreams

Dreams that roll in a mass like puffs of smoke seem more intangible than others. Have you had those kind? I have, and the extraordinary thing is, dreams I have never envisioned have come into existence. I never dreamed I would be at my mother’s ninety-fifth birthday...

A Piece of Grandma Finds Its Home

One of Mom’s winter scenic paintings remained stored in her home for dozens of years. The country vista and barn-shaped oil faced the inside of closet walls.  “You know we sold the house,” she informed me one afternoon. “What about your paintings?” I learned some...

Wings

This is a poem my eldest daughter, Ereina, wrote.  This one, as you see, is entitled “Wings.”  I used to dream I could see the angels, Brandishing snow-white wings I used to dream of saintly voices, And beautiful praises they’d sing But as for me, I walked...