“I believe in Christianity as I believe the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.”
— C.S. Lewis

Adapting to Change
Adapting to life in Beverly Hills challenged everything I thought I knew about people and places. Academics and social skills got tested. Unable to become invisible, I tried harder to earn recognition and respect.

Memories Have Holes
Going through pictures with my son and daughter-in-law, I came across a picture with a hole.
“Look at this. My dad is cut out of the picture,” I said.

Please Don’t Let Me Go
Like a favorite video, I retrieve, replay, and unwind memories of a happy time when the four of us lived in the same house as a family. In Ventura, California, I went to first grade at Sheridan Way Elementary.

“My Favorite Son”
Less than three months after Renée died, a loud knock in the middle of the night woke Mom and me, and I jumped to the floor from the top bunk, following her to peer from the corner. Two Las Vegas police officers stood at the door.

A Mountain of Meaning
When I walk my dog Kona, we go up to the roads above our cabin that intersect with the main road. I always stop at the same spot to take a picture of the West Peak, one of the two “Spanish Peaks” in southeastern Colorado.

Oddballs, Creeps, and Weirdos
My mother attracted oddballs, creeps, and weirdoes. While we lived in Henderson, Nevada, she had a few boyfriends. One of them, a skydiver, Mom loved him, and I liked him too, but he turned out to be married with a family in Utah.