the beauty of an ordinary life
Among our dead, returned ashes-to-ashes back to the earth, are family, friends, neighbors, four dogs, and a silver-coated cat who was blessed with canine disposition. The cat was a gift, delivered by silver Cadillac one summer afternoon, the last summer our checks came preprinted with 19___, when my tug-of-war between West and South hadn’t yet…
The “sea of red” at Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Nebraska holds just enough magic that one single visit, on a bright, clear game day, could sway even the most resistant football hold-out, namely me. The stadium, seats brimming with scarlet sweaters, is exponentially more impressive in person than on television. It is a spectacle that…
If I had to pick only one day in the year to participate in the worldwide communion of church-going people, it would be Ash Wednesday. 365 days a year the reality that we are but dust is the central theme in my stream of consciousness. On Ash Wednesday it’s the phrase of the day, a…
