Hugging Dad for the Last Time

One year ago today I hugged Dad for the last time. Of course, I didn’t know that. We so rarely recognize last times when they come. Which is good, I think. And while I wasn’t expecting that hug to be the last, Dad’s progressing Parkinson’s made...

When a Shortcut Isn’t

I spent the past weekend at a Christian retreat in the mountains of western NC. On Saturday afternoon we had some down time and I decided to take a hike. There were all sorts of trails but the “High Falls” was listed as the most popular with it’s...

Bookending the Seasons

We’re seeing the first signs of fall here in Western North Carolina. Thistle and I had our first morning walk requiring a jacket this past week. The maiden’s bower and joe pye weed are blooming. And yes, there’s even a colorful leaf jumping the gun...