there are days when it's hard to put one word in front of the other and push a page past blank. there are nights when what looks like tired is more. there are afternoons spent preparing for evening meals for people I never see and I have energy
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Everything was new for our new year: new place, new people, new traditions. We drove up to Raleigh , as Andy and Barney used to say, for their First Night celebration, one of the grandchildren of the original First Night in Boston. We heard some good bluegrass, Ginger saw an African
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Everything was new for our new year: new place, new people, new traditions. We drove up to Raleigh , as Andy and Barney used to say, for their First Night celebration, one of the grandchildren of the original First Night in Boston. We heard some good bluegrass, Ginger saw an African
Everything was new for our new year: new place, new people, new traditions. We drove up to Raleigh , as Andy and Barney used to say, for their First Night celebration, one of the grandchildren of the original First Night in Boston. We heard some good bluegrass, Ginger saw an African
Ginger and I went to see No Country for Old Men a couple of days ago. I’ve been a huge Coen Brothers fan since a friend in Fort Worth took me to see Blood Simple . I can also quote most of Raising Arizona and Fargo . I knew I wasn’
Christmas was gone before they got to the manger, with entourage “We saw his star in the east,” they said. Mary wondered why a sign from God didn’t get them there on time “You missed the angel choir,” she said. Nevertheless they knelt before the babe, offering gifts and
On Christmas Eve, I was driving home from finishing my shopping when Ginger called to tell me to expect to see a man in our front yard raking leaves. We had lots of leaves. Tim had knocked on our door asking for work so he could have Christmas with his
The sun is gone and darkness is settling down here. We're off soon to a potluck dinner at church and then a service together. Later, Ginger, Jay, and I will go to the midnight service of lessons and carols in Duke Chapel (Jay and I are even going
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. (Leo Tolstoy) I'm trying to get down to the heart of the matter but the flesh is weak and my thoughts seem to scatter bht I think it's about forgiveness, forgiveness -- even
Ginger made a quick trip to check in on her folks this week and our pups who are staying in Birmingham until our housing situation becomes more permanent. I drove her to the airport early Thursday morning and then decided to run a couple of errands on the way home.
As Jay and I were eating breakfast this morning, he began laughing at an email message he received, a Christmas letter from one of his co-workers. Her holiday letter of gratitude focused on forwarded email. Here’s part of what she had to say: I am taken in by her
Tonight I had the privilege of experiencing another blogging incarnation. Jimmy stepped from screen to real life and met me, along with my friend Jay, who is here for Christmas, at the Durham Pizza Palace, which professes to be the oldest pizza parlor in the Bull City. Jimmy greeted us