Passing Through
I live at a place called Buffalo Springs Lake. Part of Yellow House Canyon, it’s a topographical aberration in the endless miles of flatness that is the South Plains of…
I live at a place called Buffalo Springs Lake. Part of Yellow House Canyon, it’s a topographical aberration in the endless miles of flatness that is the South Plains of…
Have you ever done a good deed that appeared to go wrong? Maybe it didn’t. Maybe you just don’t know the whole story. When my girls and I first moved…
I admit I didn’t pay much attention when he walked in. Hospital room doors should be revolving. The flow of nurses, doctors, therapists and staff never stops. In that moment,…
To Sadie the Boxer, the parking lot of the Lubbock Animal Hospital is a smorgasbord of scent. She can’t sniff fast enough. It’s her first visit to the clinic. I…
It’s good for a small town guy like me to dine in a place like this. Wood paneled walls from the 70’s. Fiber board ceiling tiles, slightly water stained from…
Starting life over in a new place includes finding new people to replace the familiar ones you came to depend on. In your old place, your dentist and doctor, hair…
During my studies at Phoenix Seminary I was a full-time graduate student, worked full-time on staff at a church and had a couple part-time jobs. It was a gloriously exhausting…
While walking across the open first level of the Luhr’s Parking garage in downtown Phoenix, I spotted him across the street. A bedraggled, scruffy, gray bearded guy in a dirty…
I have a bad feeling as soon as I walk through the door. To my right, a guy in a chair is trying to keep hold of a squirming, screaming…
“Excuse me…could I get a drink of water?” She must have asked the question at least three times but I didn’t hear her over the spray of the garden hose.…