Confident in God

A lane-wide clearing wound miles through dense woods to my destination. Reaching 30mph on obviously-not-maintained-by-county caliche was challenge enough for me. To my right, 3 whitetails glided through the autumn-browning olive green bramble of briar, brush, and...

Listen To the Silence

A dim shimmer ghosted behind my arm’s gentle sweep, allowing me to see again the hand previously shrouded by darkness. I’ve never seen anything quite like it, and would not have believed its magnitude had I not experienced it myself. Underwater 30 feet, my first night...

His Righteous Right Hand

I took the familiar hand in mine, looking down each aisle as we walked along the back of the store. When I glanced up to see a stranger’s face where my mother’s should have been, realized that not-my-mother’s-face meant not-my-mother’s-hand, the panic sufficed to etch...

To Drown Thirsty

If I’m ever lost in the neighborhood, wave a piece of technology and I’ll come running back. Inexcusably and ironically, I would rather use or fix technology than do something with it; preferring a monitor’s resolution to whatever it displays, an instrument’s timbre...

Out of Gas?

In 1981, cell phones are less likely in the future than the giant appliances the Jetsons use to make video calls. Out of the cash I should have shepherded better through the week, and with only a quarter tank in the Cutlass Supreme Coupe my parents handed down to me...