Why Do I Remember? Looking across the vast expanse of grave sites, I thought that for every solidier laid to rest in Arlington there were family members whose lives were forever changed by the death of their loved one laid to rest in that beautiful cemetery. No doubt, there was a story that went with … More Why Do I Remember?
Clearing the Field I saw a beautifully plowed field in a rocky valley. Even though it was surrounded by rocks, the field was amazingly smooth. The farmer who plowed the field explained he’d learned his technique from his time on a kibbutz in Israel where he served as an apprentice. He recalled his first day … More Clearing the Field
It’s How You Do It The resealable bag worked on my patience. I repeatedly pinched the top closed with my fingers from end to end of the bag, but it still popped open. Thinking I didn’t have the grooves of the seal aligned, I looked to the inside, pinched the top again, and ran my … More It’s How You Do It