Foggy Morning After

A lady has been walking down our road every day for nearly a decade. I usually pass her in my car, try to make eye contact and wave good morning. She never waves back. Always stern-faced. Never a hint of a smile. Today, I was at the bus stop with Abby when she appeared out of the fog like a character in Scooby Doo. To my shock, the woman was beaming with a smile and she spoke! … More Foggy Morning After

Driftwood: A Psalm

The fog is heavy and blinding. The accusing voice is loud and convincing. The waves crash against my ramshackle frame. The wind tosses my beleaguered self to and fro. I’m driftwood, water logged yet still afloat. I need the Sun to burn away the fog. I long to hear the Good Shepherd’s Voice. I listen for … More Driftwood: A Psalm