11:40 Tuesday Bliss...

Rocky the golden cat sits snoozing on the absolute edge of my desk, his old, battered face nodding momentarily, then coming abruptly awake to stare at the buzz of an insect or the yammer of another cat. On television, Stewie Griffin writes his memoirs, blaming a man dressed in white for all his ills;...

Illumination: Artificial and Natural...

Often, on nights spent in the mountains here in Eastern Tennessee, I’ve stared up at the sky and wondered what the experience must have been like for Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett, two of the first white men to explore the area at a time when Cherokee villages were the only dots of civilization...

Run...

As our relationship grows more profound, I have increasing difficulty writing about it. It’s easy to be glib when there is nothing more than the ante on the table, much harder when the stakes are considerably higher. There are times now when I look at you and my tongue literally sticks to the...

Breakfasting...

I am not a morning person. I’m much better at night. Unless I’m on a deadline, you’ll rarely find me out of bed before 9 a.m. — and then only because I’m a stickler about taking morning meds at the same time every day. When the cheerful old sun peeks over the horizon at...