Three Times I Said the Name

A story to remind myself. This is a true account from a summer morning in 1983 or maybe ’84, told first as it happened, then as a mystic might sing it. It’s not here to argue or persuade. It’s here to mark a moment when the unseen pressed close, and a name carried me through.... Continue Reading →

Legacy in the Quiet Things

Daily writing promptWhat is the legacy you want to leave behind?View all responses I used to think legacy meant a plaque. You know—a shiny nameplate, maybe a hallway photo where I don't look like I just sneezed. Something official. Something framed. But after 40 years of parenting, teaching, loving, failing, forgiving, and scribbling in the... Continue Reading →

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