Memories

The Box

When my mom died, I inherited “the box.” You know the one, filled with photos and scrapbooks, slides and negatives, some labeled, and some not. It was a harsh reality to recognize that I had suddenly become the older generation, and that I could identify photos and tell stories that no one else could. Whenever… Read More The Box

The Spirit of Elijah

Known but to God.

Several years ago, I was on a temporary duty assignment with the Army in Mons, Belgium.  Mons is the Headquarters of SHAPE, the Supreme Headquarters Allied Forces Europe. It was a plumb assignment where I had weekends off and was able to travel and see many of the sites of military interest in the area. … Read More Known but to God.