In my childhood and teen years I thanked God for everything. Everyone did. You thanked Him for all the things you had and for all the things you didn’t have, for the tribulations He spared you and those inflicted on you: the former showed his love,...

Somewhere among the muddled memories of my High School days is a line of poetry that refers to “Magic casements opening on...faerie lands forlorn”. Or something to that effect. The poet is either Keats or Coleridge of the group of English poets...

A Glimmer of Light An automatic night light in the bathroom keeps me from stumbling into the bathtub or worse in the dark. Its sensor turns it on when the room is dark, then turns it off when there’s other light. For the next several months of...

Lawton For years I had periodically resolved to do a Google search on my former colleague and friend, Lawton, or take a chance on calling the phone number I had for him from a very long time ago. Lawton and I and a mutual friend had spent many...

My son’s e-mail arrived at about midnight. It was a message confirming that he would be picking me up to take me to his daughter’s extra-curricular activity at her High School the next day, Saturday. It was a routine message, except for the few...