Oct 20, 2010

On the Seat of a Tractor

The two-way radio crackles, and I eavesdrop on the farmers I will feed tonight. I hear my father’s voice first, tractor rumbling in the background. His words are dressed in a smile that I cannot see but recognize from the cadence of his voice: “Wagons are empty! I’m headed back...Read more +
Oct 13, 2010

Taking Flight

She sits in a cubicle with no window, no sunlight. Oh, there's glass. But it surrounds her, so anyone who walks by can glance in and see what she's doing. This makes her jumpy and self-conscious. This morning she's scanning to see who's walking by, who might be observing her...Read more +
Oct 13, 2010

One Lone Duck Egg

When I was about ten years old, I was visiting my friend Becky, who lived on a farm down the street where they raised cows, pigs, and ducks. Becky and I spotted one lone duck egg that had fallen from its nest into the pond. I held onto a tree...Read more +
Oct 11, 2010

Reading Between the Lines

A good obituary is about life, not death; but there isn’t enough ink to tell the whole story. We send these half-written stories to print anyway, though, because they’re all we’ve got. And as we send them—and read them—we come face to face with our own mortality.
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Oct 7, 2010

Front Porch, Back Porch, Either Way You’re Welcome Here

In August, my wife and I and two kids moved into an old house. Bob and Pat to the left (if you’re looking at the house) said we are the eighth residents since they settled here 44 years ago. They hoped we wouldn’t be another set of the Clampetts. We...Read more +
Oct 5, 2010

Where Goes the Neighborhood?

Friends tell me I am too hard on the place where I grew up. Not until now did I realize, nor would I admit, that I am critical because I want it back, on my own terms. My neighborhood is a pod of houses, once on the edge, now in...
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Sep 30, 2010

Stay-at-Home Daddy

In 1989 my wife and I arrived in San Antonio, fresh out of seminary, where we graduated together with identical degrees. We came because Jeanene had been hired as a chaplain in the Baptist Health Care System. I was making plans to pursue further education and had some time to...
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Sep 29, 2010

Better Than the Ballroom

My grandfather took my hand, and we escaped from the glow of the TV screen into the hum of the night, leaving Lawrence Welk behind. My grandfather held my hand in his, and I breathed deep in the dusk of a summer night in Virginia. We walked the sidewalk together...
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Sep 22, 2010

(Im)perfect Fit

A pan of brownies causes a flare-up of insecurity in a former journalist left wondering if she really fits.
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