Author: Michael
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Heart’s Chatter
The cold didn’t bite. It penetrated, seeking shelter from even itself. Probing, it sought any and all warmth to neutralize. What was not covered was bitten – forced to admit its weakness. The wind was a straight line and relentless, pushing – no forcing the cold along. Imposing its will. It was no time to… Read more
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Billy Tindall Pt. 1
Billy Tindall – a gas head if there ever was one – leaned back against the weathered sash of the country confectionary, his right leg drawn up so that the bottom of that well-worn shoe rested flat against the tortured wood door trim. The building – a true tinderbox – should have been razed long… Read more
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Larceny in Love
There is larceny in love because it frees us from practical constraints. We need a break from ourselves. We need to give with abandon. Love, real love, allows it – nurtures it. This is who love is. At one time or another in our lives, we need to meet him. He is the only one who can show us… Read more
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Love Needs
hould love have had no greater measure of success with each of us than to encourage us to live our days in beauty and grace and to look beyond our own narrow needs and concerns to those of others, Read more
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Morning Meanderings
Six a.m. and the morning light is gray through the windows of this bedroom. The knotty pine walls and ceiling will soon be exposed for what they truly are – aged yellow in hue. Cabin colors, time-honored and welcome to the eye. Read more