Sins of the Father

I grew up in a very traditional family. My father was a veteran of WW II and was a blue collar worker. My mom, a new Christian, worked extra hours to put the four of us children through Christian schools. My father had high expectations of me, the only boy, but they were based on … More Sins of the Father

There are no atheists in foxholes…or hospital waiting rooms

It’s two days before Christmas, my son’s birthday, and I am sitting in the waiting room of Harris Methodist Southwest in Fort Worth, Texas. My wife, Shelly, just left me to go to the surgical wing for a total knee replacement surgery that she’s been needing and anticipating for a long time. If all goes … More There are no atheists in foxholes…or hospital waiting rooms

Poem: “Content”

If he hadn’t died in 1993, my father would have been 97 today. This poem is in honor of him. God bless you, Dad.   CONTENT Tired eyes have seen so much. Blowing dust that swallowed lives. Smallpox, caravans of desperation. California, the promised land.   Weathered hands have touched the world. A seaman’s tunic … More Poem: “Content”

My Other, Other Job

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it in the last few weeks, but even though it’s summer, I’ve finished my first draft of my book, I’m sheltering in place like I should…I still am keeping busy. I have a wife that I love very much. She knows that I can’t sit still very long. So … More My Other, Other Job