Angel | Angel
May.21.2013
Photo: Book's cover from its Wikipedia page
Almost as quick a read as its predecessor, this one is told from the point of view of Stevie, from his cigarette shop, as he looks back on his past. The cast is all here, and a few more characters show up, including one of the all-time...
|
Apr.11.2013
One of the few joys of growing up in a small, hick town was my willingness to leave it in a hurry and and never look back.
There was no longing, no saccharine sentimentality, no yearning for halcyon days forever lost. Nine days after someone handed me my diploma in 1977 on the scruffy turf of the...
|
|
Feb.26.2013
I thought I'd had arrived at the Clinic in time this morning to spend a few minutes with Didi, But as I emerged from the elevator, she and her husband, Lawrence, were waiting to step inside.
Didi handed me a small box. Inside was an angel medallion inscribed with the words “Give me strength.”
I...
|
Feb.17.2013
Children tell us about the world we have forgotten exists. They tell us about shapes and tastes and wonders we left so far behind in our efforts to earn a living and be adults that we lost the basis of our lives. Even when I was a child I was amazed when other kids would talk about all...
|
|
Feb.10.2013
Magnolia trees have been blossoming here in South Carolina for the last three or four weeks. Daffodils and narcissus and azalea bushes have been showing off their glories. The local garden stores have spring herbs and flowers for sale. It is early February and the world has...
|
Feb.03.2013
It never ceases to amaze me that people think angels are creatures of great and unending solemnity. They’re boring. God dropped the humor bomb when He made angels.
That is so far from the truth.
Sundays are lazy days for me. Sometimes I even rise with the sun. Most of...
|
Dec.25.2012
Two baubles of hazel rimmed in brown, glimmer and follow me as I walk across the expanse of this room.
They know.
They care.
They watch high and low, near and far, protecting as a long-time guardian. Their ripples of warmth and colour flow to wings of abundant love that nurture its young....
|
Nov.22.2012
When I was a child we lived in a house that looked like an old Dutch farm house. Since we were one of the few families in town who were Dutch, it made sense.
The house was a crazy quilt. Our basement was like an old root cellar. To go there we had to go out the back door,...
|
Oct.30.2012
Halloween. It’s the time of creepy monsters, ghosts, and goblins. It is also the time when theaters feature the newest horror films and television replays the classic ones. Thrillers allow us to experience what happens when the unimaginable mingles with the mundane. And...
|
Jul.25.2012
Purer is the wind that bloweth the trumpet
Lighter is the step that trampleth the waters
Greater is the man that standeth before thee
Sadness is the song that playeth in his heart
My house of mourning cometh before the morning star
Bravo! They haileth from the hills afar off; Purpose serveth...
|