Grandpa Harry and the Driving Lesson

Grandpa Harry and the Driving Lesson

Reaching for a match in his pocket, the old man shuffled across the wooden floor of the cabin to the coal-oil lamp by his rocker. Once lit, he slipped the glass chimney back on and turned up the flame. Chauncey, the golden lab, stirred slowly in the corner. Sleep was...
What if Our Job Was to Make Others Beautiful?

What if Our Job Was to Make Others Beautiful?

s,”I didn’t know I was so pretty,” the young lady said as she flipped through the proof book of her senior pictures. Her eyes welled up with tears. That was the best compliment I ever received as a photographer. For nearly a decade before the digital...