Peleg Austin & wife Abiah Knapp Austin were my fifth great grandparents on my dad’s side. They were grandparents to Lucinda Griffin, whose story will come later. An Austin family history was written by Edith Austin Moore. She included a … Continue reading
Hello again. Been dormant for awhile. Nothing personal, dear and precious reader. I’ve continued to write during my blogging hiatus, but haven’t hopped on here to share. Too many shiny distractions, ya know. Lately, I’ve been focusing on finalizing a … Continue reading
They hang, sandwiched between an embroidered work polo and a snarky t-shirt. They hang, isolated, on what used to be her side of the closet. A year after she died, a bereaved widower has finally cleared out her blouses. They hang as … Continue reading
Assuming we haven’t had too many beers, balance is something we take for granted. Like our beating heart, blinking eyes, and breathing. And we don’t miss balance until it’s gone. Stand on one leg. No fair holding on to anything! … Continue reading
Sticks & stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me. A stiff-upper-lipped, big-boy-who-don’t-cry British dad probably came up with that. He may have been trying to comfort his kids. But maybe he used it to rationalize a … Continue reading
God is the tower, the all-powerful transmitter. Holy Spirit is the signal, the universal broadcast. Jesus is the voice, the midnight comforter. But… we are the rock, mesmerized by black screens and tuned to silent radios.
Some nights I’m immersed in a bottomless abyss. I’m befriended by blobby, snot-colored, toothy, odd-tentacled creatures. They’re hideous…puke-inducing…and alien to all reason. They’ll be discovered some bright future morning on a post- tsunami shore, Our secret dialogues Deathly safe.