“Dad, I know we can hike out of here”, said my youngest son, Graham, as I looked up at the grey sky, flecks of rain touching my face. He was 15, at the time, and there was real fear in his eyes and concern for me and his brothers. I hoped he wouldn’t see the…
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 wrote this a few years ago for Angie on our anniversary. I’ve updated it for this post – Happy Anniversary, my love – thanks for 36 amazing years! I’ll never forget the first time I saw her. She sat on the front row in Spanish class; brown curls, green eyes, tan skin and a…
It Was On My Mind 