If you’re interested, Amazon has temporarily lowered the price of Don’t Worry, The Floor Broke My Fall, from $14.95 to $10.13. Thanks…
Angela’s mother had come down to Florida to help during the first couple of weeks after we brought our new daughter Karen home from the hospital, and I was glad she did. I loved her mother very much. Angela, of course, was thrilled. I had a business trip planned, and I left several days later. Now, Angela and her mother could enjoy their time together taking care of the new baby.
Now, this is one of those incidents, which is fuzzy in my memory. I hope it’s fuzzy in Angela’s memory too. At the end of my trip, I was at the airport waiting for my flight by sitting in the bar getting pleasantly drunk. When my flight was called, I boarded the plane and ordered a drink from the flight attendant. I ordered several more as we flew to our layover in Houston. Continue reading
In the fall of 1963, at the age of twelve, I started my first job. I was trying to follow Dad’s example of being responsible and hardworking. The job was in an old-fashioned mom-and-pop grocery, which wasn’t so old-fashioned in those days, a block from my grandparents’ house, two doors down from the barbershop, and next to the Rexall drug store. Continue reading
I have been an admirer and follower of Thomas Merton for 50 years. He was the quintessential writer and scholar of contemplative prayer and mysticism. This is a great, short article about Merton–just in case you ever wanted to know more about him. http://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/thomas-merton-and-the-eternal-search