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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 →
Becoming Cosmic Beings
We are born into stories—some whispered by parents, some sung in churches, some carried by nations. They shape us, but they do not define us. With time, we learn that truth is not fixed in the words of others, but … Continue reading →
Liberty in Chicago
In 1966, I was training at the Great Lakes Naval Base outside Chicago. I had enlisted in the Navy with the conviction that destiny was pulling me toward Vietnam, where I imagined myself serving as a Marine Corps medic. That … Continue reading →
The Novelist And The Book Of Life
Could it be that Life’s only purpose is to put all the pieces together? As a writer, I’ve often marveled at how characters take shape. At first, they are little more than names on a page. Yet as the story … Continue reading →
A Wooden Phallus
In the year 2000, I was working with an HIV and AIDS prevention organization in Cambodia. The epidemic was accelerating, and the solution seemed straightforward: distribute condoms and teach people how to use them. Teams fanned across the countryside with … Continue reading →
The Lord’s Wine
“There is a Wine that flows from the vineyards of the Lord, Its sweetness aged in jars of clay, its price none can afford. And wise men say that he who tastes its sweetness on his tongue Will understand the … Continue reading →