Tag: Hope

  • Be Salty. Stay Lit.

    Be Salty. Stay Lit.

    It’s been a warm and rainy spring, and the biting bugs at my house are back. You can’t sit on the porch, any time of day, without being swarmed by mosquitoes. I’ve started staying inside, just to avoid the onslaught. But this is no way to enjoy the summer. It’s time to bring out the…

  • Batteries Included?

    Batteries Included?

    It’s Christmas morning, sometime in the 1970’s. I unwrap one of my presents and it’s the electronic game I asked for–Operation! I take it out of the box and get ready to play the game with my younger brother. “It’s not working.” I complain to my oldest brother. He comes over and reads something on…

  • Constantly Connected

    Constantly Connected

    Four young employees of a fast food place, who looked to be in their late teens or early twenties, were taking a break together in a corner booth. Walking by, I noticed every one of them was glued to their phone. Instead of talking to each other, they all sat there, scrolling away in silence.…

  • Finding Ben | Short Story

    Finding Ben | Short Story

    Where the gravel road ends, near a winding creek, there’s a corn field. They say they saw him go in. A petite brunette stops her bright red jeep near the edge, headlights cutting into the green maze. She leaves the driver’s door open and strides down a row. “Ben? Ben!” she screams into the tasseled…

  • The True Vine

    The True Vine

    Our back and side flower beds are filled with a hardy vine we started several years ago from just a few sprigs. Here’s a photo of our side flower bed: Do you see the different type of vine in the front-center—weaving its way in? It’s something wild that planted itself there. We have to keep…

  • Weeds

    Weeds

    It happens every spring, intruders invade my lawn. Hardy weeds with sinister names like, Bullnettle and Prickly Lettuce, and ones with cute names, like Chickweed and Goosegrass, try to choke out my beautiful Bermuda. Enter, the Weed Sheriff. That’s me. I stop the trespassers before they go to seed and make those little burrs that…