In care of…

In care of…

I’m so tired of this, the man thought as he slowly wrote yet another return address on yet another form for yet another bill that wasn’t his own. The pile of paperwork was enormous. Electricity. Propane. Telephone. Internet. Magazine subscriptions. The cable company...
The Secret Place

The Secret Place

The house stood empty. Dad and I stood exhausted. With our backs against our overloaded trucks we stared at the home where time had knitted our family together since 1960. Mom was gone now, and we were packing up. Bright rectangles on the walls showed where hanging...
A letter of encouragement to a friend

A letter of encouragement to a friend

Back in October I wrote an encouraging letter to a pastor who had recently become my friend, and who was preparing to give a message at a conference that my wife and I would be attending. I have decided to include the guts of my letter as a post, hoping that it will...
Girl with a grey sweatshirt

Girl with a grey sweatshirt

On a recent autumn day, as I worked to get the last few outdoor chores done before we were plunged into another Maine winter, I was scraping old dry caulk from the window frame in the door that leads to the back yard when my 23 year-old daughter Amanda darted past me...
Shouting into the fog

Shouting into the fog

EDITOR’S NOTE: This site has been all but dormant for months now because I just haven’t taken the time to update anything. My dad was diagnosed with dementia last winter (although we’d suspected it for years) and the floodgates of trouble opened up....
Don’t let them wonder

Don’t let them wonder

Editor’s Note: During my early drive to work one recent morning I asked God for wisdom and strength, for the courage to do right no matter what, and for help carrying a very heavy load. When I arrived at my office, there was this poem in my in-box from my...