After placing a handmade Christmas wreath on my parent’s grave and wiping my tears away, I turned to leave and spotted him in the distance. Mr. Baker is a long-time member of the church in which I grew up, and he was standing in the lower parking lot making preparations for the 34th Living Nativity …
Tag: traditions
Forgotten Birthday
Many years ago on the day of my birth, your hands first held me here on earth. You counted my fingers and piggy toes, cleaned my bottom and wiped my nose. I tipped my cup spilling milk in my chair and sometimes managed to get food in my hair. But you wiped me up and said "thats …
On the Eve of New Year’s Eve
Sometimes I think of ordinary things or events in a different light, and it makes me question why some things are the way they are. As New Year's Eve fast approaches, no doubt an iconic scene etched in the minds of almost everyone in the free world is that of the ball falling in Times Square, …
Cary to Calcutta 