Tuesday, October 9th 2018 The following story was written in a Comment on Facebook about two weeks ago. In the late '70s I went to Mr. Laffs once with some co-workers from Whitinsville Machine Shop. My younger brother had an apartment on Chester Street for a while. When I lived on Elm Street for 15 … Continue reading “A Little of Cinderella, a Little of Snow White” →

Monday, October 8, 2018 A neighbor walked into the community room where he lived to check his mailbox. Another neighbor was there already. The first one asked the second neighbor, "How are you?" The second one said, "I felt a lot better when I was younger." The first one then began to speak about his … Continue reading “Whoso Findeth a Wife . . . “ →

Wednesday, September 26, 2018 “Reflections of Childhood” Dearest Sonya Jeanne, may I share with you a few memories of my early childhood? I remember playing outside in the sunshine alone on the cement sidewalk of Sweet Avenue. And, all of a sudden, a big cloud that I didn’t even see coming, Suddenly passed in front … Continue reading Reflections of Childhood →

Tuesday, September 25, 2018 "Tomorrow" is an illusion. It is always TODAY. During "yesterday" it was TODAY. And during "tomorrow" it will still be TODAY. TODAY is always "here."  TOMORROW is always "there." It is never tomorrow--at least not in the "here and now." There must be something Eternal about today. People living a thousand … Continue reading The Eternal “Today” →

Sunday, September 23, 2018 A Story of Wonderful Possibilities On Facebook yesterday, a lady posted a beautiful photograph of a pretty scene at WWII Memorial State Park (also known as Social Park) in Woonsocket, RI. This writer commented on Linda’s post and noticed that the house he is living in is in that picture. So, … Continue reading A Story of Wonderful Possibilities →

Saturday, September 22, 2018. We are all welcome to discern, but not to judge. "Brothers, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against his brother or judges him speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it. There is only … Continue reading →

Friday, September 14, 2018 The Story of Achy the Acorn Achy the acorn was a pouter. He just didn’t never want to grow up, man up, or look up. He just wanted to put up. Like Little Miss Muffit who just wanted to Tough It; he didn’t want to change, but rather, remain the same. … Continue reading The Story of Achy the Acorn →

Wednesday, September 5th, 2018 (This letter was written approximately 18 months ago) Dear Sonya, ["Sonya" is a pseudonym to protect her identity and privacy]. (I’m so sorry not to have heard from you in such a long time. About 34 years.) I really wonder what you think. That’s why I would like to read something … Continue reading “Memories of Lake Hiawatha, et al” →

Monday, September 3rd, 2018. Labor Day Sonya, (name changed to protect her identity) I realize this is a very long letter. You could read it just one page a day… And, if you don’t want to read it, you don’t have to… I hope you will choose to read it. Title: “In the Wind of … Continue reading “In the Wind of My Spirit” →

August 23, 2018, Thursday. I just listened to the song “The Rose.” There are three people I think of when I hear that beautifully written and beautifully sung song: Amanda McBroom who wrote it; Bette Midler who sang it; And Sonya (not her real name) who quoted it in her valedictorian address. And One Verse: … Continue reading “A Supernatural Love Story” →