The Passing of Time
“I feel like we were just on this road yesterday” he said quietly, his mind chewing on the disbelief that our vacation week had passed so quickly. “I know,” I answered back, my own mind nodding silently in agreement with…
The Journey
A blink. The flicker of the eye that takes less than a second. A snap in time. A blip in the vast space of infinity. Involuntary swiftness. A definition of quickness. In a blink, my blue eyed daughter grew into…
The Back Nine
I am not a golfer. At least not a good one. I’ve dabbled with it alittle and end up getting frustrated, embarrassed and eventually mad. My son does too – the mad part. He likes to wrap his golf club…
