Winter crept in this year, silent and dry. Sitting at the keyboard, one might dispute the observation. As I write, raindrops are playing catch-up with the deficit. The temperature is 52 and rising. The National Weather Service speaks of drought as departure. Depending on the micro-climate, we’ve departed seven inches from the norm over the […]
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On the southern side of Manchester Road, along a brief sliver of Route 66, in the St. Louis bedroom community of Maplewood, Missouri, a retail stroll from door front to door front delights one’s present hunger pang. There, a Southerner can forget good fried chicken after savoring a perfectly oozing grilled cheese, chocolate to make
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Wading through some grief over the loss of someone who anchored me at times, sensing the strangeness one feels when sudden loss is fresh and still surreal and suspends you from time, I heard a song titled “Swimming to the Other Side.” With a sense of my friend’s presence along with God’s, the lyrics washed
Not sure when I first noticed that I was different, or turning this thought around, that all those other people were different than me. Or was it that we were the same? I don’t think it began at too young an age. After all, Sonny and Bilbo were shirtless 4-year-olds just like me wandering Rockmont
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