So, most of us are familiar with the list. We’ve heard it read. We’ve seen the fiery finger of God write it on stone in the movies. Or we remember the flannel board stories in Sunday school. Thou shalt not . . . You shall have no other gods before Me. (Totally makes sense –…
When I think about my grandparents I have so many rich memories of a time that has passed. Not that this is a bad thing – progress has helped move most generations beyond the way they used to live. But, there are aspects of my childhood memories that recall a time where things were simpler…
When I was a kid, growing up in Wilmington, NC, we lived on Merrimack Drive – a flat and sandy street in a neighborhood called Pine Valley. It was a great place to grow up with long straight streets, perfect for bikes or skates and family walks or bike rides around the block after dinner.…
I love green grass. The way it looks after its cut. The smell. The feel. I usually cut it in a straight line one week and diagonally the next, just so that nice “crisscross” pattern can be seen. Years ago I taught my sons how to keep the lines straight and the yard looking uniform.…
I caught up with a friend in the hospital a few months ago. He’s a successful entrepreneur with a beautiful wife and three lovely children. He was in the hospital because of a pulmonary embolism – a blood clot to the lungs, and had been “four hours from dying” when he checked in to the…
“Just like that! Just like that!”, he would say, snapping his fingers and shaking his head. “You won’t believe how fast the time goes . . . just like that!” Snap! Early on in our married life Angie and I would take our boys to see the Mosley’s – Angie’s grandparents on her Mom’s side…
