The Sign Seeing the devastation of the fires in Los Angeles reminded me of a drive I took, several years ago now. It wasn’t a long drive. In fact, I drove only about twenty minutes from my home. I turned off the freeway just after I went through the Caldecot Tunnel going west…
The other day, my wife and I were in San Francisco, enjoying some time with our son and his family. We drove our car there, but that’s not how we got around, once we arrived. You might say we ‘Ubered’ it. On my cell phone, I ordered up transportation over the two or three days…
I wonder? I do wonder, like most people, I suppose, about a lot of things. But today, I wonder about how different things would be for me, if … If I lived a truly grateful life? What would it mean to the way I think, the way I act, the way I live, if every morning, as my feet hit…
When my wife makes soup, (and I do my best to get her to make soup as often as possible,) our house is filled with the smell of wonderful seasonings and flavors. When I come home and open the door and the aroma of that soup greets my senses, I smile inside knowing soup is…
I sat reading in a coffee house the other day. I was totally engaged in my book, and the wonderful coffee I sipped, when the atmosphere of my quiet surroundings changed rather abruptly. A cry. A plaintive wailing began in the corner of the coffee house across from where I sat. A baby was making…
Like most families, I suppose, at our house, we’ve got lots of pictures of our kids when they were growing up. Some of those pictures are hanging on our walls. But, my wife has been really good at gathering pictures into albums, even organizing them by year so we can occasionally sit on the couch…
One of the most noteworthy moments in the life of any human being, I think, is oddly enough one that none of us can remember. If someone asked you to describe the day you took your first ‘steps,’ you’d be hard-pressed to come up with that moment or what was going on in your mind…
My wife and I have been blessed to raise three sons. Like most dads, I suspect, I remember with crystal clarity the first time I saw each one of them, fresh from their mother’s womb. Watching doctors deliver each one of them, then watching as some delivery room nurse washed and bundled them up, placing…
Most reasonable people believe in God, I think. Most sensible people even talk to God, (if not frequently, at least on occasion.) When the daze and dizziness of life’s journey becomes too great, When the bewilderment about what’s going on around them becomes so egregious that people don’t know which way to turn … On those days,…
All of us can reflect back on our lives and recall occasions, events, moments when things didn’t quite materialize or measure up to or pan out the way we thought they would. Maybe they came close. Almost, though. The dictionary says “Almost” is very nearly … but not quite,” When I think about how…