The tarp that covered our “leftover” earthly goods (i.e., the ones that we hadn’t sent in the moving truck a few days earlier) appeared to flap excitedly down the highway as Joe drove his little red truck in front of…
I don’t recall that my mom ever yelled at us. Instead, her voice grew softer when she wanted us to stop quarreling, be still, and listen. In like manner, as the children of Israel were being chased, literally, by the…
This post first appeared on the blog on May 9, 2014 and again on May 6, 2016 and May 12, 2017. Though I have removed one paragraph and tweaked a few words because my marital status has changed since the original post,…
Sweet Mrs. Jones, To address this letter to you as “Beneth” would minimize its purpose. To simply address you as “friend” would minimize the length of years over which this letter is long overdue. To omit the word sweet would…
I recently sat down to look through one of the Pilot’s Logbooks that I had filled in during my flying career. These books (similar to a journal) record various categories of flight time that contribute to a pilot’s “total flight…