How We Are Connected in Time

As shadows spread across the floor and little breaths of air move the curtains, I begin to stir in my bed. I sense my connection to all the ones who ever were alive and striving to grapple with the many challenges of existing on this planet, our Earth. Surely there...

A Five Year-Old’s Shout to God

One summer evening when I was five, I went to my room. The window was open. The air was still, and there was the occasional yellow smudge of a lightning bug in the darkness, out there in the yard. Occasionally, a small beetle would fly into the window screen with a...

Mrs. Harbor’s Delicate Boats

I remember Old Central School in Middlesboro, KY with its high ceilings and tall windows looking out on a playground covered in tiny rocks. Cinders from the coal furnace that heated the school in winter were scattered near rusted oil drums converted to trash barrels....