Spiritual Robbery

My planner held the usual penciled words for Monday: Cleaning and laundry. By early morning the clothes swished around in the suds. Karl & Crew morning radio kept me company as I did my work-out. The phone rang. A bit early, I thought. The caller ID read Ray. “Hi, Buddy,” I said. “I can’t goContinue reading “Spiritual Robbery”

Looking Back

Our son Ray at three years old It’s been a rainy spring, but now that tulips and daffodils brighten the landscape, I count the rain a blessing. My former neighbor doesn’t think as fondly of water as she used to. In February, her apartment flooded because of a sudden winter thaw that burst the sprinklerContinue reading “Looking Back”