Shortly before his death this spring, inclusive tourism ambassador, first-rate blogger, and spiritual advisor to many, Scott Rains posted a short piece: “We each have a limited lifetime and within that, a finite set of moments when our abilities align with the...
It’s tough to get close to a beach without access. From an overlook, I get a taste of the full view, smell, and sounds. Just a tantalizing taste. But a taste isn’t enough. I have been to Nauset on Cape Cod hundreds of time. As a boy, the ocean—open clear out to...
I often hide my hands now. They stay clasped in my lap when I’m in polite society, though I can’t stop myself from checking for sore spots. They are cracked and deeply lined. The tips sometimes split where the skin meets the nail. I have callouses on the insides of...
“What happened to your dog?” The kid must have been about eight; his sister younger by a few years. She wore a silver tiara. He held the matching magic wand and brandished it like a sword. It took me a minute to register the question. He frowned and pointed to...
The subject line read, “Just diagnosed with AMN.” Aaron from Auburn found my blog. He went on to tell me about his initial symptoms with our condition. He wrote about his family, his faith, and his fears. We shared an uncertain future and the same area code. Would I...
I got blessed during the last Seahawks game, and not because of the outcome. Gus and I ventured out for supplies right before Blue Thunder, our local drumming corps, marched fans into the stadium. They had massed on Occidental and King, resting their instruments...
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