The Tempest

I received a letter in the mail about a week or so ago. A real, old fashioned letter, hand addressed in cursive, with a stamp in the top ri...

Yesterday, my son and his wife, the newlyweds, excitedly sent all of us a picture of their first furniture purchase. It was some sort of lov...

While I have been distracted with weddings, family and friends, I’ve noticed that the world has continued on its merry way, enjoying its win...

CHAPTER FIVE... The Ceremony I sat on the front row, on the aisle. Pam and I had both just escorted our son to the front while a ja...

Five days have passed. I am no longer exhausted. Enough time has passed to gain perspective but not too much time that I’ve forgotten any...

Thought maybe my readers would like to see some photographs of some of the key places and players involved in this weekend’s festivities... ...

Made the 9 hour, 600 mile, rain-soaked road trip to Nashville, then met the happy couple over at Patrick’s apartment where the fair Sarah ha...