Good morning... Hurricane Matthew has affected the lives of millions this weekend. The messy photos of wreckage from high winds and water tug at our hearts. Chaotic. Uprooted. Torn apart. We all lift prayers for the rebuilding of rummaged lives. Even inland here in Atlanta, the ripple effects are everywhere. Eerie skies and windy rain. Horrendous traffic traveling north [...]
Good morning... This Memorial Day morn, I think of my grandparent's generation, a generation which was heavy laden with the effects of war. Just yesterday, I was reading one of my old journals entries dated August 27, 2005. Back then I wrote these words. "I'm drawn to the note attached to the quilt that covers the old oak rocker [...]
Good morning... Walk. Bunt. Balk. These words fill my phone this morning. Bases load. Strike out. Home run. All of my years (from ages fourteen to twenty-two) of scoring little league, softball, and baseball for our hometown recreation department came in quite handy last night. Full count. Pop fly. Wild pitch. An avid baseball fan, my friend with cancer [...]
