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For the Love of Lula
Her eyes looked past trees that had made themselves into statues. It was as though from her seat on the porch they were but scenery, the decorum set before a majestic backdrop that extended far beyond what my eyes could see, but hers could. Her eyes glistened. I saw...
Old Dog on a Golden Fall Day
Old dog sleeps longer than me now. I hear him, as I write at my desk in the morning, begin to shuffle the sheets. Even before I acknowledge him I can feel his eyes on me. I turn and wave. Words between us are no longer necessary. He could probably make it down the...
Sunday Morning
Seriously? You’re going to write about the crashing waves? Yes! Can you think of anything more exquisite? Seriously? Look at the golden mustard and pink phlox rising up against the silver of the sea. That’s much more interesting. No…not now,...
There Really is a Popeye!
The story below was originally posted on my blog called Sundays with Dad in October 2013. I found out today that Popeye passed away yesterday, so I dug it up and am reposting it here in his honor. Here’s to you Popeye. Love you always and God bless you… It...