Beautiful are the Feet
“I love my neighborhood. It’s a quiet Mormon community. No drugs, no guns being fired in the middle of the night. It’s perfect.” “Do the Mormons come around and try to convert you?” The woman asked. “I’m a Buddhist,” Kim replied. “I have a large statue of Buddha sitting in the entry to my home. They take one look at him and realize I’m not interested in their religion.” “Who is Buddha?” the woman asked….
Don’t Panic
When I feel inspired to write, I try to make the most of the opportunity, which is why I’m almost never without my laptop computer. Between calls, I can usually be found in the quietest part of the building, pecking away at a blog post or the chapter of a book. A few days ago, I pulled my laptop from its case, plugged it into a wall outlet in a hospital waiting room, and hit…
Like Sheep Without a Shepherd
I forgot one thing on the trip we to took to Sedona for our wedding anniversary… shaving cream. We had about an hour before we could check in to our hotel room and my wife had been having leg cramps the last two nights so we decided it would be a good idea to pick up a potassium supplement. My wife entered Walgreens pharmacy into her phone and give me directions on how to get…
The Flute Player
As the Verde river winds its way through the high desert of northern Arizona it cuts deeply through the multi-colored layers of rock. Near Sedona, the rocks are rich in iron giving them a deep red color. A few miles south where iron is scarce, the cliffs formed by the river take on a ghostly pale hue, and it’s here that the Sinagua people built their homes in the cliffs a thousand years ago. My wife…