There was a time when joy came in the form of an egg sandwich. My friend Alan used to bring them to school, still warm from his mother’s kitchen, wrapped with care inside a reused plastic bread bag. When he peeled it open, the smell hit first: that mix of fried egg, hot oil, andContinueContinue reading “Egg Sandwiches, Elementary School, and Timeless Memories”
Category Archives: Life’s Tapestry
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
On a cold November night fifty years ago, a massive freighter vanished beneath the waves of Lake Superior. Gordon Lightfoot’s haunting ballad captures the storm, the ship, and the 29 men lost on this day in 1975: an enduring story of courage, nature’s power, and memory that refuses to fade. August of 1976 I wasContinueContinue reading “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”
November 9: Reflections on Orphans, Widows, and Tolkien
My editorial calendar is getting busy. November 9 reminds me that care and legacy come in many forms. They show up in quiet acts of compassion. They show up in stories passed down and letters and tales that shape hearts across generations. There is a quiet weight to loss that does not always get noticed.ContinueContinue reading “November 9: Reflections on Orphans, Widows, and Tolkien”
A Craftsman Who Caught My Vision
It’s rare to find a craftsman who can take a half-formed idea and transform it into something solid, lasting, and beautiful. That’s exactly what Cody Hooks of Smokin’ Leather did for me. A few trusted friends pointed me his way, and I approached him with a commission for a leather Bible cover. I wanted aContinueContinue reading “A Craftsman Who Caught My Vision”
Birthdays, Connection, and the Quiet Power of Love
Well, I just turned 61 today, and what a wonderful day it has been! First, a heartfelt thank you to everyone who sent birthday greetings—calls, texts, posts, messages, emojis, and all the little ways you remembered me. I read every single one with a smile, and it reminded me just how lucky I am toContinueContinue reading “Birthdays, Connection, and the Quiet Power of Love”
Veni. Vidi. Scripsi. 