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On the Giving of Cups of Cold Water

Writing can be a rather thankless job. Now, lest you hasten off to make any sour conclusions, allow me to elaborate.

Big Shoes, Bigger God

Finding a moment to be alone at my father's funeral visitation was not impossible, but it certainly was difficult.

The Empty Chair

Amidst the challenges of planning a wedding, there is one practicality that stands apart from the rest. I am, of course, referring to the...

No More to Roam

With another Father’s Day coming around the bend, I find myself thinking more and more of my own father. He was a great man...

The Unspoken Tongue

In the halls of my darkened memory, the night of my father’s passing is well-preserved. I may have forgotten a great many things about...

For Everything There is a Seasoning

Now that the house was finally empty, it did not take long for silence to rush in and fill that rather large vacuum left by aunts, uncles...

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Through a Glass, Dimly

My dad never was the kind of man that 'loved' movies. He liked Westerns, John Wayne, and Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy....

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