My Granny’s Hands

  I dreamed of my grandmother’s hands. It was an odd dream since Granny Leona has been dead a long time now. Even when she was alive, my days spent with her were few. I grew up in Georgia, a good day’s drive from where Granny lived in Church Hill, Tennessee. The town gets its name because [Read More...]

Hobbling Faith

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I took an ailing veteran to the VA Center in Boise, Idaho this week. He’s a young fellow, in his mid-forties. A big lug of a guy, 6′ 3″, and hauling around too much weight on his broken frame of a body. Twenty years ago, when he was all taut muscle and in running form, [Read More...]


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