Of Owls and the Full Moon
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The battery run wall clock faithfully pulses time through the cabin’s interior. At this moment, it is working its melodic tick, tock through the night’s darkness. I am soothed, like a
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Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The battery run wall clock faithfully pulses time through the cabin’s interior. At this moment, it is working its melodic tick, tock through the night’s darkness. I am soothed, like a
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“Would you like to go outside today?” I asked Sister when I showed up at her room on the second floor of the Franciscan convent. Looking at the diminutive figure bent into her wheelchair, gives
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I only have a few hours left here. I spent the entire day preparing for my departure. The change resembles going from heaven to earth, without the actual dying, which we believe is done in
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I pulled out the small shopping cart at Trig’s Supermarket and began my meandering search for this year’s supplies, list in hand. Unlike the Ten Commandments, this is a list of suggestions. A starting point
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The plane would leave at 9:30 p.m., meaning we needed to schedule the airport transport to arrive no later than 7:30. It was an hour drive to catch that ride, so working back, I figured
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If you are here, you can’t be there. If you’re there, you can’t be here. Unless, of course, you have made a clone of yourself to send adventuring in the hands of others. One of
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The traffic sped by us, easily exceeding legal limits by ten to fifteen miles per hour. The large, long semis appeared out of nowhere, covering us with their shadows as they sandwiched us between the
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It is the be-twixted and between hour of the morning. I rolled over to see the red numbers on the alarm clock flash 4:04 a.m. – way too early to get out of bed. I
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The twisted tree lives its life, while the straight tree ends up in boards. Chinese Proverb Or, my 2024 version: The twisted tree lives its life, while the straight tree becomes. . . bored The
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Lorraine would have been in her early 50s when she became the pivot point to the rest of my life. I was the minister’s daughter and she was the minister’s secretary. Being a PK (preacher’s
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