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In a Holding Pattern
There were times when my life felt suspended, as if the world itself had pressed “Pause,” just moments before disaster loomed and I could do nothing to stop it. One such moment came on May 17, 1968, as a Navy … Continue reading →
Living Between Chapters
As writers, we breathe life into characters who begin as little more than names on a page. With each sentence, they grow, acquiring quirks, desires, and destinies until they feel as real to us as the people we meet in … Continue reading →
Still In Black
In 2009, I wrote a post about wearing black, in the hope that Goodness might prevail and the World might find Peace. Yet here we are, and nothing has truly changed. If anything, the forces of opposition have grown stronger, … Continue reading →
Detours
In the Northern parts of the United States, the roads are quiet. No cities to slow you down, no travelers to share the miles. Cruising at a hundred in a Thunderbird feels effortless when you’re the only one on the … Continue reading →
The Third Trimester
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind with Melinda and Kate visiting. Their presence brought us closer to many Wat Opot children and families, reminding me how much I cherish stepping into a grandparent’s role, supporting without leading, watching … Continue reading →
Crossing the Fence
As a boy, my father played semi‑professional baseball in Grandville, Michigan. He earned a few dollars each game, but money was tight, and our family often couldn’t afford tickets. Mom, ever resourceful, usually found a way to get us in, … Continue reading →
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Those Mysterious Orbs
The image below was the first orb photograph I ever captured. Up to that point, I wasn’t aware of orbs, so spotting one was quite a shock. A patient had just passed away, and since the family wanted to proceed … Continue reading →
The Bow That Broke My Chains
I can still remember that first time I bowed to the Buddha… such a simple act, and yet perhaps the most defiant and difficult thing I have ever done. I have not lived the life of a saint. I’ve been … Continue reading →
Remembering The Eleven
Memorial Day 2026 Remembering the Eleven In 1984, Congressman Henry B. Gonzales awarded me the Purple Heart in San Antonio, Texas. I had not received it in 1968, when I was wounded during Operation Mallard Duck—a mission that was never … Continue reading →
Surrender
How does one begin to write the final chapter of their Life, knowing that the last two words, THE END, will be added by someone other than themselves? I have escaped the scythe of the Grim Reaper on so many … Continue reading →