Progress, Not Perfection
Seventeen. My oldest daughter would have turned seventeen last week. Seventeen seems like such an unimportant birthday. You became legal to drive the year before, and it will be another year before you are an adult. Seventeen is just seventeen. As I […]
It was a year ago today that my friend Jan Marie passed away. I didn’t find out until ten days later. I spoke to a mutual friend who was also worried about her and suggested that she check the local paper just […]
Amelia remembered the first time she stepped into the stables belonging to the Frenchman. They had been pristine. His barns were built of not wood but of stone and mortar, which held them together well, despite the cold climate. The stalls […]
I really didn’t intend to write a Thanksgiving post. To me those sort of posts seem overly sappy or completely contrived. My goal is to do neither, but I think I may end up more on the side of sappy, so bear […]
While Chuck was pulling out of the driveway and driving away from Sarah and her list of his amazing characteristics or lack thereof, the neighbor’s brand new kitten ran away, following in the footsteps of his predecessor, straight into the path of […]
Twelve Years ago yesterday, July 7th, my first born, Hailey Thompson Swett, was born. It was my proudest moment and I couldn’t believe I had a daughter of my own. Tracy and I did not find out what we were having before […]
Today is the ten year anniversary of the death of my daughter. Evey year I know its coming, but it still hits me like a hammer blow to the stomach. I would be lying if I didn’t say that it has gotten […]
I wish I could find a way to express my gratitude for Roy Norman Thompson. He is the father of my wife and the grandfather to my children. I have known Roy for about thirteen years now. I say I know him […]
“I can’t be dead…that’s ridiculous.” But a feeling inside told him that this was not a dream. His face sank and his stomach sickened as he came to grips with his current state. “So, I’m a ghost?” The rationalization was disorienting. How […]
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