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The Sunday Sermonette – Day 41.
My Friends, you may have seen this post that’s been making the rounds on different social media sites. It’s about a special day—Day 41. This day, with its transformative power, touched the lives of many people in the Bible. Perhaps,…
The Sunday Sermonette – Writing Home.
The year was 1943. After three years of undefeated glory in one battle after another, the fortunes of the once unstoppable Axis forces of Nazi Germany, Fascist Italy, and Imperial Japan were coming to an end. Although the…
This and That – A Chasing of the Wind Newspaper Article.
Greetings! Thank you, David Delk, for your shout-out: “Kalberg’s book was featured in Sun Herald’s fall book preview… If you haven’t gotten the book yet…you need to!” (Originally published November 9, 2014)
This and That – Happy Halloween from An Old Stiff.
Happy Halloween! For your perusal, I post a snap of moi in all my deathly splendor. The year was 1974. The place – the cobweb-infested attic of Ross Hall on the campus of William Carey University, back in the day…
This and That – Good morning from York.
We’re watching the Queen’s funeral on the telly from our hotel room in York’s Park Inn by Radisson. It’s somewhat surreal watching it all. Two weeks ago we were simply tourists taking in Westminster Abbey’s ancient grandeur. Today from the…
Eleven Years Ago – Katrina: A Remembrance.
It was hot–very hot–on Saturday, August 27, 2005! While sitting in a wicker rocker sipping iced coffee and enjoying the cool of my balcony, I observed over two thousand people running along Gulfport’s picturesque 2nd Street. Along the way, homeowners…
House-cleaning and Death
Death is multifaceted. After a loved one passes away, first comes the pain of loss, the tears, the funeral, the closing of the casket, and the cemetery. Not long after, though, the business side of death comes calling. The will’s…
Musty Letters. Dusty Memories
I don’t remember much about that night, the night of the accident. I was only four-and-a-half years old. My father was working the night shift, and my mother and I were on our way to pick him up. As mother…
A Bittersweet New Year’s Memory
“Kal! We’re going to Disney World for New Year’s! And we’re staying at the Grand Floridian! I won’t take NO for an answer!” I could almost feel Aston’s excitement crackling through the phone lines. “I’ve not seen you in years,”…
A Friendship Remembered
Who’s the cubby kid standing near the orchestra, I asked while sitting in the choir loft of Gulfport’s First Baptist Church? Don’t you know, replied a fellow choir member? His name’s Keith Ballard. He’s singing the boy soprano part in…
The Ship of Dreams
By this time, one-hundred and eight years ago, the real ship of dreams, R.M.S. Titanic, was no more than a twisted hulk surrounded by a graveyard of people’s lives, memories, hopes, and dreams. Ever since my dad and I watched…
Love at an Early Age
The mellow sunlight was warm. Clumps of azaleas paraded in their magenta finery. In his backyard, a little boy squealed with delight as his old tire-swing drifted back and forth. Oh! What a delicious Saturday afternoon it was! Then his…