Hiraeth

If you were to press rewind on my life and go back 30-some odd years, you’d hear me telling anyone who’d listen how Oklahoma was where I belonged, and how I couldn’t wait to move back once I finished high school.  We had moved to NC from OK when I was 14, and I did … More Hiraeth

Moving Boxes

Sitting in our dark paneled living room (think: 1970’s plywood and not English Hunting Lodge), a room I’ve spent a lot of time in over the last 4 years, the corner to my right is calling for my attention. It’s been emptied of the desk and chair that normally fill it in order to make … More Moving Boxes

Thankfuls

There are times I have to stop and think what year it is.  Am I alone in this?  2021 has gone by so incredibly fast, it’s almost as if it didn’t happen.  And yet here we are, recovering from feasting on Thanksgiving and staring down the Holidays and the culmination of yet another trip ’round … More Thankfuls

Unfinished Work

Over on the right hand side of our garage is a workbench. It’s not my workbench, because it was here when we started renting, but I’ve laid claim to it for now. On the top shelf sits a nondescript cardboard box: 40” long, 12” wide and around 4” tall. If you noticed it at all … More Unfinished Work

Old Wounds

I haven’t been as prone to write of late. I haven’t felt the thoughts pouring out like they did a year or so ago, when words and ideas were coming out at a pretty constant rate. I didn’t (thank God) publicize them all, but even so, I was more prolific than I’d ever been. Many … More Old Wounds