If You're Going My Way, I'll Walk With You

  This is an encore post from November 7, 2021. The Train Stops   The bond between a father and daughter never breaks, but it can hurt each ...

  F ound on Tumblr some years ago and just rediscovered.  It was written by a girl identified only as Taylor:   "A lot of people ask me...

             

  The Wedding Vow by Sharon Olds I did not stand at the altar, I stood at the foot of the chancel steps, with my beloved,  and the minister ...

  Wa r is something every man I have ever known was deeply interested in. Why?       Calm and full the ocean under the cool dark...

  "I've got 5 contacts in my phone that will never call me again. Friends, colleagues, associates that have all lost their lives i...

T he other day I bad-mouthed my stateside magnet high school and, thinking about it, one reason I was not fond of it was that it didn'...

The Cheat River in Preston County in the Allegheny Highlands. I g ot an invitation to join a gathering of descendants of William Hebb.  I...

A lot has happened to me in the last 17 years, but I'm still me and in the deep core of me I still think and feel and believe just as I ...

  "All we know is that life is sweet and that it does not last long. Why should people be envious of each other? Why do we hate each ...

  I was thinking about bad marriages, reminding myself how lucky I am to be in a good one and not to screw it up, when I remembered a woman...

"Nothing has concerned man longer or more consistently than the future. Before we could write, perhaps even before we could talk, we sc...

 Confederates by Neal Bowers My father was only two in 1915 when he sat on Walter Denton's lap and heard the old man dragging in his hea...

  S o, outside of Japan, where did I spend a lot of my childhood?  Where did I enjoy my life the most? Guam!  I'm still a Guambat at hea...

  I Meet My Grandmother in Italy by Katrina Vandenberg I find her where I least expect her, Santa Marguerita, with yellow roses in her hair....

I'm in trouble now! R eading through blog and substack posts, twitter feeds and all that, I realize that not only do I have nothing in c...

  The Continuous Life by Mark Strand What of the neighborhood homes awash In a silver light, of children hunched in the bushes, Watching the...