One drop isn’t much, unless it is a drop of food coloring. It permeates in seconds.
Turning Off The Ringer
It must be one of Murphy’s Laws. The chances of the phone ringing are directly proportional to the degree I am relaxing. It never fails.
Buyer's Remorse
In 1982 I was a budding theology student with a penchant for books. My library was small, my dreams were big, and I was impulsive.
Which Way Does Your Compass Point?
Are You Like Eva?
It was 6:00 a.m. on a cold morning when I turned off the radio dial. I had just listened to a special on Eva Cassidy on National Public Radio (NPR). A sure sign one has crossed the threshold of middle age is listening to NPR.
Healing The Scars
When I was two I made the mistake of taking a casual stroll on the playground. I know that sounds harmless, but my wandering walk placed me on a collision course with a child gliding on the wooden seat of a swing set.