The Last Word

The Last Word

Several times a day, seemingly at random, my wife and I tell each other, “I love you.” We have found it a gift that blesses the giver as much as the recipient, and it still feels good after fifty-two years of marriage. I’ll admit, there are days when it’s hard work,...
Three Words

Three Words

Three Words When our daughter and her family visited from England a few years back, I bonded quickly with 18-month-old Alice. Her ability to communicate using an amalgam of single-word sentences and sign language struck me as nothing short of miraculous. A few days...
In The Beginning Was the Word

In The Beginning Was the Word

For my entire fourth birthday, I spoke not a word. Of course, I hadn’t said a word in my whole life. If Mom and Dad were concerned, they never said anything that I overheard. Possibly they questioned God late at night, asking why He would give them an imbecile...
Tunnel to Nowhere

Tunnel to Nowhere

When I mention Valdez, people usually respond with “earthquake” or “Exxon Valdez.” Both reflect well-known, unfortunate events in Valdez’s past. Another story, dark, tragic, and almost forgotten, relates a dramatic attempt by the town to...
Memories

Memories

Standing in the middle of the gravel road, I gape down Alaska Avenue at the brushy ditch where our house once stood, scratch my head, and ponder Shelley’s poem, Ozymandias: Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that...

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