Category Archives: mortality

“My Shadow”

I was very young when I first saw my shadow, a new plaything, a new friend like in Peter Pan, but it would be several more years before I knew Peter and his fantasy. I knew Peter’s shadow was there … Continue reading

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“A Cup of Tears”

It’s been a while since I’ve done any writing.  I’ve been busy with all sorts of things the last few months–big remodel of the house (inside and out), traveled to the UK for two weeks, back and forth to the mountains … Continue reading

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“On Happiness”

The happiness of little children is amazing to watch. They find joy in the simplest things. Watching them grow can be painful. Part of that process is learning to deal with adversity and “the thousand natural shocks that flesh is … Continue reading

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“Injustice”

Whata ya gonna do? Sit around and cry in your beer? Go ahead. Drink yourself numb. Eventually, for a little while, you’ll sober up. It is what it is. OK. It’s cliché. But truth usually becomes cliché. I tell people … Continue reading

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“When I’m Sixty-Four”

Today I am sixty-four years old. This sixty-fourth year has been one of great contrast to the previous one, and itself has had some ups and downs, but mostly it has been a wonderful twelve months. Last year at this … Continue reading

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“Circle of Gold”

On December 30, 1972, I married my best friend, Nancy Fender. She put a gold ring on my finger as we pledged to love and honor one another as long as we both lived. January 17, 2013—forty years, eighteen days, … Continue reading

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“Glory’s Promise”

Roy stood on the hillside and looked out over the gold-green field of waving blue stem and buffalo grass dotted with the rusty backs of his small herd of Herefords. The spring calves had been few, but there were calves. … Continue reading

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