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Dear Hershey Company:
I want to take this opportunity to thank you for something splendid and delicious you and your founder, Milton S. Hershey, gave us anlmost 125 years ago — the Hershey bar. Now I know some people ...
Following a miraculous recovery from incapacitating depression in the spring of 1979, there came along a deeply moving, humorous, and all-too-human movie about friendship, family and growing up t...
You have been wounded in many ways. The more you open yourself to being healed, the more you will discover how deep your wounds are. . . . The great challenge is living your wounds through instea...
Lara’s Theme
Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing Although the snow covers the hope of spring. Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold And there are dreams, all that your heart can hold. Someday ...
Some recurring themes over 25 years of writing online
I was thinking back over my last essay here and got to pondering the deeper significance of keeping a journal, especially one that others can read, and which is written as much for those other re...
Cherry picking
I had a friend once, a former co-worker, who lived with his family in a tiny little valley tucked away in the north Georgia mountains. Whether he still lives there I have no idea. It’s been years...
My favorite house of dreams and longing that was meant to be only that
I think most of us have ideas about what our “dream” house would be if we could perfectly imagine it, find it, or or even build it . That’s because embedded deep within us is a rather ancient yea...
I remember spending a lot of time as a kid with MaMa. I spent a lot of time over there. One time she said, “Well, let’s go sit on the porch.” I said, “What are we gonna do?” She looked at me kind...
Portrait of Lone Star: The ghost town that won’t disappear
Visiting the nearly abandoned town of Lone Star, about 80 miles from Charleston in Calhoun County, SC, is truly to step back in time. I’ve been to this ghost town half a dozen times, at least, o...
The power of memories that come from the deepest, farthest places within us
In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness. Sarah Orne Jewett Until we learn the lessons inherent in unple...
What is friendship, really?
…Although friendships tend to change as people age, there is some consistency in what people want from them. “I’ve listened to someone as young as 14 and someone as old as 100 talk about their c...
The loneliest sound on earth is a train whistle in the night. From an online journal It’s not the who, what and where memories I savor from my childhood. My small village of Bellmore, N.Y., had...
The following is an excerpt from a writer who regularly challenges my own worldview and beliefs. This is a good thing, for it means that I am not mentally stagnating, but exploring and taking in...
“Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans?” Indeed I do As the years pass without a visit back to the city where I was born and lived for the first 21 years of my life, I tend to think of i...
Flash back to the end of summer, 2017, one of those fatefully significant years in my life. I had retired only a few months before, and I was having a hard time feeling connected with people s...
A Tale of Two Rooming Houses
When you’re starting out on the long and winding road to the future, as when you have just graduated from college and moved away from your hometown, you generally are not too well off. What to d...
Few plants give us what the Crape Myrtle does, a myriad of foliage colors in the spring, a virtual kaleidoscope of flower colors from summer into the fall, an array of fall leaf colors from all s...
Sand castles and endless, carefree summers at the beach
Heat waves stretching across large parts of the globe are straining power grids and shutting businesses that can’t keep their workers cool. Some of the hardest-hit areas will face hotter temperat...
I am impatient these days: there is not time enough in this one llife. I need more lives; I have made plans already for three or four. I could easily expand to ten or twenty, all full-flavored...
I look back many years ago to when I was a child, and I recall there was nothing that quite fascinated me as much as images in a kaleidoscope I had at one time. I must have been 8, I’m not sure w...
The spiritual life is a long and winding road, for sure, with many twists and turns, dead ends and forked paths. But steadily following the main road will bring you to the place where the veil is...
Photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event as well as of a precise organization of forms which give that event its proper expression. ...
Have you ever realized just how much fences, gates and walls reveal about the builders and owners of the property enclosed within? I certainly have. I’ve always been drawn to, and fascinated by ...
Some of you may remember “The Cowsills,” whose hilariously captivating version of “Hair” from the famed musical by the same name in the late Sixties, catapulted the family to fame, leading to an...
The heart hath its own memory like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes into which is wrought The giver’s loving thought. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Music touches every ...
Book Description
Short essays from the interior of my life.
