Tag: Love
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Are you an addict too?
The only witness to my brother-in-law’s death was someone who may have alerted the police by cell, but fled the scene on foot. The details are still sketchy. After a long struggle with addiction his soul exited. At first my husband was relieved. His brother’s phone calls from Vegas lately had had a familiar tone,…
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How Will You Live in Old Age?
Some people seem to take years to die. In my family members crash and burn. One moment my father was cooking burgers on the grill for my son, the next he was dying of a heart attack. Aside from dying while sleeping, this is the best way to go, though it’s a shock to those…
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A Neglected Horse: Christmas Inspiration
Kim Meeder is one of the most inspirational women I know of. One day I’d love to do what she does! Get ready to cry . . .
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An Architect of Happiness: Henry Van Dyke
“Dr. Van Dyke is the kind of a friend to have when one is up against a difficult problem. He will take trouble, days and nights of trouble, if it is for somebody else or for some cause he is interested in.” Helen Keller said of him. There are some long-dead men who follow their…
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Fiction: East Meets West
Lieutenant Fahy cursed to himself. While he baked in the sun weighing sugar at San Carlos, the rest of his battalion prepared for the field against Geronimo. The assignment of handing out weekly rations to the Apache women was a great slap in the face. Fahy considered leaving the army if he didn’t have excitement…
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LOVE
“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love,…
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Fiction: Miss Peckham Departs
Men are mudsill. A woman stands up and a man’s only response is infidelity.
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Fiction: A Lonely Journey
William stood near the Markham quarters, hoping again to catch a glimpse of Thankful. He lit a cigar and took a small sip from his flask. William bathed in nostalgia as the sun came up and the air filled with the sweet sounds of reveille, morning call and stable duty. Screaming children raced out with…
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Fiction: Tolerance
“Yes, preaching the love of Christ will take a show of force,” Miss Peckham scoffed.
Author Adrienne Morris 