I originally wrote this tale seven years ago.  It was my Valentine’s Day post.  I’ve updated it a bit, and it’s a long read, but ponder your own experience as you read about mine. My mom and grandmother once told me that I proposed to a girl during dinner.  I was three and Beverly was …

I wrote a story called Thank you Obadiah almost two years ago.   I posted it about six months after Ruth’s passing. It began like this. I have a Facebook friend, Obadiah, who posted this cartoon a few days ago.  It’s a visual representation of how people handle problems.  Two men, stuck in the same position, …

When I was in Michigan for Thanksgiving, I stayed with David and his crew.  They had recently remodeled their house and set up an ensuite for me when I stay with them.  It’s very nice and, best of all, it’s on the first floor. I’m closer to eighty than I am seventy, so I appreciate …

Elizabeth and I spent last Sunday at the Book Expo in The Villages.  If you came, thanks for showing up.  Our book sales were meager, but the connections we made were huge. Elizabeth shared her children’s book, The Elephant on Aaron’s Chest.  I’ve written about her book before and have included a link to my …

I was a sophomore at Western Michigan University during the 1966 – 67 college school year.  I lived with my Aunt Emma, Uncle Jack and cousin, Ruth Ellen, in their home at 1111 Boswell Lane.  Ruth Ellen was a senior and served as my unofficial older sister that year.  She was a Sigma Kappa and …