Sorghum

The day we harvested sorghum it did not matter if the sorghum grew on red or blue land. The cane was green, the community a rainbow of calloused hands and smiles. The sky voted for life, the sun for abundance, the sap for a sweet finish, its...

Scars

I have two rather prominent scars on my face, both of them acquired in my early years and both of them of my own stupidity. There is one above my eye and one on my chin, both of the same side of my face. Both came when my parents were living in...

Anxious times

My pastor, Mark Winner, is one of the wisest persons I’ve ever met. His sermon on Sunday, which was about peace, especially in the setting of family relationships, was incredibly insightful. First, he pointed out that war and strife are not...

Fletcher Bridge

    West of Clarksburg, W.Va., a few miles off U.S. Route 50, is the Fletcher Covered Bridge. I first visited this bridge in April 2012 and scouted it as a location for a night-time, Night Crossings image. The opportunity arose in...