How many hours have I spent at that table just there, scribbling heart-bits in my journal, leather-bound Bible open before me?  Listing fingerprints, sweet traces of the eternal, in my

“When Someone You Love is Running.”  That was the title of the piece that went up that day.  And this is how it began. “It’s Wordless Wednesday here on the

In case you’ve not heard, we’re knee deep in graduation and party plans over here.  With this, that, and the other thing rocketing around in my brain, there’s an imminent

“Speak,” He said. “Tell this one. Today.” I’d been thinking as I rode along in the **BMV, favorite CD poked in, about those we love who are running away.  Thinking

Now, there was a new attitude, a fresh wind that blew.  And it smelled like glee.  Like boyish delight, the kind that only a vehicle with a fast engine and

Back in the days when I didn’t know I was a writer, I could still tell stories and folks would laugh.  I’d see the funny in normal events, and when