“OK, writers. Two minutes.” AAUGH! Two minutes to write six words describing my life scared me into certain galvanic skin responses so well-developed during my school years – shortness of breath, no breath, rapid heartbeat, uh—-oh butterflies. Why didn’t someone tell me writer’s groups gave pop quizzes? I sat. I thought. I sat and thought. […]
I never met Emily Brown Kocis but I know her. I know her as God allows me to know his truth, and in its light, her light, God’s light through her, I am changed. All who knew her are changed. Emily was diagnosed with peritoneal mesothelioma, a rare cancer. She was a daughter, a sister,
His name was Daniel, the caddy master at Orangeburg Country Club. The title puzzled me as Orangeburg did not have caddies. But then, golf claims its traditions. Daniel could not read or write, but man, he could hit a golf ball. I was a little bird under his wing and in that comfort and love,
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Undergirding the simple joys in life are the qualities of thoughtfulness and good intent. I have discovered this truth at the end of the watermelon vine where innocence ripens in suspended time. Nothing snaps you instantly into childhood like watermelon. No questing necessary. Unlike pot roast or dumplings that satisfy the stomach, watermelon is a
