I was born and raised in Oxnard, California, among a largely Latino population. I still consider Wonder Bread to be ethnic food. At the age of nineteen, I had tried my hand at college, and even a little bit of actual work; none of which worked out very well.
+ more bio informationJourneyAmy and I were good traveling companionsWe lay down on the top of the bedspreadOpened the book and went on a journey;I in my blue jeans,She in her nightgown and sleepy eyesWe went to distant, exotic places with strange namesPlowed fields and spied wolves and IndiansWe cut giant trees from the forestShivered in the cold... More..
Breathless LoveWe stood together on the edge of the cliffWild birds circling belowTrusting, but not knowing ifInto the abyss ourselves should throwWe faced the danger of the moment without fearNot caring that we might live or dieBut plunged into the weightless airAnd found instead that we could fly More..
Bad Hair Day I heard June's voice as soon as I stepped in the door. "Ed, would you come up here and look at this?" I went upstairs, and found my wife, June, examining her sixteen year-old daughter's long dark hair with a stricken look on her face. "Tiffany was sent home from camp because the camp nurse found head lice again,"... More..
My WifeI introduced herTo someone I had just met"This is my wife," I said"My wife whom I hold dearThe woman whose hand I holdWhenever I am hurt or angry or afraid""This is my wifeWith whom I shareThe greatest joys of lifeWhom I will holdIn my heart, for eternity"The stranger only heard me sayThe first few wordsSmiled politely... More..
Interstate 64, Morehead KentuckyI was driving back to Pittsburgh from Knoxville, Tennessee where I had spent the weekend visiting my girls. Since I had moved to Pennsylvania, I only saw them on my monthly sojourns south. It broke my heart to leave them, every time. My regular route took me up Interstate 75 almost to Lexington... More..
The Telemarketer Andrew was a second year seminary student, serving as a pastor of a combined charge of two churches in small Ohio towns. He is a big bear of a man, but soft around the edges. His demeanor reminds one of a very large boy. His schedule kept him quite busy, so it was no accident that he was the last one in the o... More..
Daybreak The call from the agency came just as we were sitting down to eat supper. Usually they were very good about giving me plenty of notice when I was called to care for a patient, but this time, the woman on the other end of the telephone had obvious concern in her voice. "I don't want to inconvenience you," she said "bu... More..
Memorial Day I got up early on Memorial Day, since I planned to be out of the house before anyone else was up, and be fishing at the lake by eight-o'clock in the morning. I had my coffee, and gathered fishing tackle. This promised to be a good day; the bluegills were voracious when the water warmed, and you could catch a buck... More..
Becoming GreatMark 10:35-45I was exactly one month into my new job at the State Correctional Institution, Pittsburgh, when the lockdown occurred. A lockdown simply means that all the inmates in the prison must remain locked in their cells until a security situation is resolved. This normally makes it easier on the Correctiona... More..
The To-Do List I was cleaning out my old files one day, not thinking of anything in particular. I pulled out old bills, agendas from meetings long ago, and a few folders where I put personal papers I wanted to keep. In one of those personal folders I found an old list I had written when I was younger. I had been given some ad... More..
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