It is so much easier for me to "see" if I tell a story. This blog is one of the places that happens.

Lost on the Mountain

There’s a place tucked away in a green mountain valley that I’ve known since before I could walk. The people there are family, and although some of them are no longer with us, I can still hear their laughter and hearty conversations as I walk past the chalets and ponds. It’s called Spring Canyon, and like the water a potter drizzles onto his clay, this place has been the potter’s water in shaping me. Despite the social distancing, Spring Canyon is still a retreat, open to anyone who needs a rest, so my family and I visited last weekend. Sitting next to the fireplace in the Princeton chalet, I thought about what to write. The morning sunlight broke through the window with a majestic mounta

Peace in the Storm

The exam took a few minutes. The doctor checked my neck, and when she noticed some inflammation, she ordered an ultrasound. “I want to find out what’s going on in there,” she said. She never said the “C” word, but we both knew it was possible. When I got home, I felt like Dumbo after he lost his feather. It was hard not to worry. Instead of considering the many harmless causes for the pain, my mind went right to immediate death. “Daddy, will you be goalie?” Joy asked. “Of course!” I said, putting on a smile. I needed to get my mind off the pain in my neck and why it was there. She took her shots, kicking hard at the goal, and each shot hit the back of the net. The goalie was a little

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