The Gift of Words

The Gift of Words

I wrote a poem for my first grandchild, Cailyn Joy McNary, and read it to her last night. She’s snuggled her seven-year-old body beside me on the couch and I began to read. (She the one on the right) She came into my world one day With skin as soft springtime...

Why Your Story Matters to the World

You’ve been knocked down a time or two in life, haven’t you? What made you get back up? What is the most crushing blow you’ve ever received? Bad news about your health? Someone walk out on you? Your best friend betray you? A trusted employee take all your money? How...
What Part of The Story Are You?

What Part of The Story Are You?

“Papa Rick?” my six-year-old granddaughter K.K. asked, “What part of the story am I?” I like phrases that suddenly arrive then stick to my insides for a few days like a double-stacked peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The latest phrase was a...