Seventy-six years ago, my father came into this world in a small West Texas town north of Abilene. His was…
Nine years ago today, I bid my mother a final farewell. I remember it clearly, sitting in the small hospital…
Dixie was my friend. Those of you who share this privilege know the breadth and depth of those four simple…
Today has an ephemeral feel to it. Not because we pause, collectively, to offer thanks. Not because this day honors…
The regimented years mark their pace in our artificial artifacts of time and we are left to live them. The…