A Sunday ritual — Today is Sunday. On most Sunday afternoons for the past eight years, I’ve sat at my computer and written a letter to my dear Aunt Wilma. As you may know from my previous story posted here (Last Letter to Wilma), she passed away on July 22nd. Her daughter, whom she…

Do bears poop in the forest? So you know my bias: I’m a registered Democrat and have voted a mostly Democratic ticket my entire life. In my mind, the two questions above have the same certitude. Of course, he will run. He’s lived the Big Lie for far too long…

I Lost a Dear Aunt. My Aunt Wilma, the lady on the left in the photo, was one of the few people left about whom I could say I had known her all of my life. Our relationship grew closer after my dad’s death in 1983. She and my uncle…

The fruits of an amazing project — This week NASA released the first images from the Webb Space Telescope. These dazzling images provide glimpses of the Universe we have not seen before. Operating in the infrared region of the spectrum, the Webb telescope peers deep into space and transmits data back to earth for processing. …

A Rite of Passage — I know exactly where I was at 9:00 on the morning of January 29, 1961, the day I turned 16. I was parked in front of the motor vehicle department in our small town waiting for it to open so I could take my driving test. As I recall it…

Really? — the Lord had spoken to Isaiah son of Amoz, saying, “Go and loose the sackcloth from your loins and take your sandals off your feet,” and he had done so, walking naked and barefoot. Then the Lord said, “Just as my servant Isaiah has walked naked and barefoot for three…

Make Medium friends through your responses — Do you sometimes feel like a front-line worker — lots of work, little pay? When you do, those likes and appreciation feel mighty good. When it comes to writing on Medium, we love to have readers appreciate our work through highlights, claps, and responses, don’t we? One of the things…

The story of a boy and his first dog — I was going to write about a special furry friend named Max for the Thank You Notes May-June challenge to write about pet love, but as I thought about it, I realized I’d already written something about him: A Dog Named “Max” Another in the WD Poem-A-Day challengemedium.com I thought I might expand on that poem, but after re-reading it…

What will it take? — I’ve never understood violence of any kind, especially gun violence. I grew up in a hunting community where guns were prevalent. Many people drove around our small town with a rifle or shotgun in a rack behind the seat of their pickups during the various hunting seasons. My dad owned…