> The other night the wind and the rain slapped a lot of beauty out of their canopies. The rain fell on the leaves, the leaves fell like rain. The colors lay dead. I tried to rally my kids to pick them up. I gave them Elmer’s glue and a…

>She snuck in between Lady Gaga and Boston.  Lisien, our special needs 12 year old is drawn to microphones.  They might as well be ice cream cones because when she finds one she eats it up.Our family went to my nephews wedding over the weekend and at the reception Lisien had a special request.  It…

>Back when it was May 20th, Very Early Morning,I sat in the back row leaning in to receivean unexpected poem.It was more than a prayer.It was more than a hymn.It was an alter call to step forward into childhood imaginations.It was an invocation to enterinto a great poem on the…

>I am finding over the past few months that I am reading more lips, leaning in more to diffuse background noise, and the word “what” comes out of my mouth quite a bit.  It’s hard enough to decide to fully listen but to get out of the doorway and enter…

>There be it.  Another one.  Snooze button or off and up?Read a mind stretching item?Sit and spread out the sleep sapfrom my eyes or make the coffeein the fog with my low beams on?Micro manage kids as they flitabout gathering school stuff?Shower first or see the stubbletrouble in the glass…

>I remember 30 years ago something my youth pastor told me.  “Whenever I have someone in the car with me the radio is off.”  Now, just yesterday I had one child with me while I went to purchase a suit for a wedding.  In the van while on I-94 I…

>Will it be heard? I lean on a ring of a tree that has fallen. I wasn’t there to hear it fall but here it is holding me up in moments of decision. So the noise it made is in my imagination. So What.? Last night a friend was telling me…

>Often I don’t even realize I am under there.  I am not tall enough, like my brother-in-law, to hit my head when walking through door ways.  So I am unaware at times I am leaning on the door post.  It’s not until someone(usually my wife, bless her)gives me a topspin…