Some soldiers lie in hallowed ground,      Beneath rows of crosses white. Death can no longer touch them,      With his blackened wings of fright. Others lie in less hallowed ground,      Beneath the hard, cold sod. Their final resting…

What you leave behind won’t be carved on a stone monument. It will be woven into the hearts of those you called friends. What are you weaving? Ponder this and go forth. (Originally published May 22, 2022)

       Some time ago, I went “antiquing.” It was a beautiful early spring morning; the trees were budding, daffodils were blooming, and, to paraphrase Mr. Browning, “God was in his Heaven, and all was right with the world.” It…

Greetings, Family and Friends! Happy Mother’s Day to our mothers, those living and those who have passed away. My dear mother wrote this poem while attending Clark College in 1946. She typed it on an old Remington typewriter, along with…

We live in a society where selfishness rules the day. In this dog-eat-dog-eat world, we are surrounded by self-absorbed people who care nothing for others and only do things that benefit themselves. Many times, though, unselfish acts of kindness remind…

Richard Jones, a naval engineer, was trying to invent a meter using tension springs to monitor power on maritime battleships. One of the springs fell off a table but bounced around the room. From this mistake, the Slinky was born.…

     Joseph Stalin. The name alone conjures evil. And evil he was. Stalin ruled Russia for twenty-five years, instituting a reign of death and terror that by the time it ended, an estimated twenty million people had been killed, either…

“Sorry, Mr. Kalberg. Once I got to digging, I had to cut much deeper than I thought I would.” “Doc, this hole in my head! Will it heal properly? Will it leave a scar?” “Yes, it will heal just fine.”…

          When I wander where I shouldn’t, please, Father God, help me to sing – Come home, come home, you who are weary come home. Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling, calling, O sinner, come home!      When I ponder…

At 2:18 on the morning of April 15, 1912, the lights on board RMS Titanic flickered and went out forever, plunging her luxurious interiors into darkness, along with over 1500 passengers, all clamoring for a spot on her rising stern.…

      Easter, 1912, fell on April 7th. England’s magnificent cathedrals would have been packed, their soaring, columned interiors filled with the sweet bouquet of incense and majestic choral music. But on the RMS Titanic, its luxurious interiors were being readied…

     In June 1962, Mom, Dad, and I moved into our house on Wilson Drive in the College Park Subdivision. Vast stretches of College Park were then nothing more than palmetto-invested pine thickets crisscrossed by streets. I remember seeing our…