There's a story in every life and a life in every story
Long ago, I made one of my many bad choices.
I went outside to play, and saw a five-gallon bucket.
There was water in it and a bee on it.
I’d been told bees don’t usually bother you if you don’t bother them, which has since proven to be mostly true, but I was a young boy and it proved impossible not to test such a theory.
If you want to talk about how kindness is an afterthought in the world today, you’ll just have to find someone else who will listen.
I don’t dispute there’s a lot less kindness than there once was, and I know the world could use a lot more, but there’s still some here.
I know. I’ve been given the gift of two random acts of kindness in the last two months.
When I was a boy, I had a lot of pets.
They just didn’t seem to want to stick around.
This is a place where some days seem to feature all four seasons, and others offer only wet heat.
Days like today, when the breeze is just gentle enough to rustle the oak leaves, are meant for front porches and rocking chairs. Continue reading “The day the Lord has made”
A few years ago, at Christmastime, Daddy and I hit the road.
We decided we’d make the trip to a place called Jackson Lake Island, for no other reasons than we had time, we wanted to go see the place and we’d pass a Red Robin on the way. Continue reading “A hollow town”
A Randy Travis interview came on the radio while I drove home from work the other day.
It was recorded before his 2013 stroke, which almost cost him his life and has made communication more difficult than it once was for the singer of more than a dozen No. 1 songs.
This is less about Travis, though, than it is about the questions which creeped into my mind when I thought about how quickly things changed for him.
I took a road trip to the top of America last weekend.
I decided to jot down some things I’ve learned about such trips on the way home.
For the second time in four days, Kentucky flies by me in a blur of white lines and road signs.
Road trips are another story for another day, though, because today is someone’s birthday. Continue reading “About an inspiration”
Mason,
When you were born Feb. 20, I was elated. A lot of things ran through my mind at once when I thought about you, mostly pride and a plan to travel the length of the country twice in a weekend to see you.
My pride has only deepened in the six days you’ve been here, especially since I heard you’ve already peed on your mama.
My plan didn’t happen, but there’s another one in the works and we’ve been officially introduced on FaceTime.
Since I wrote to your sisters shortly after they were born, I thought I’d try to write down some things you might need to know about life.
I went to watch a play Saturday night.
It was the first time I attended a live play put on by professional actors since a school field trip to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival.
The trip I took to Montgomery with the rest of the ninth-grade class is a pleasant memory except for one thing.