Archive for Month: September 2018

“When I call to remembrance…”

An invitation to a family wedding was the impetus for a recent trip to the place of my birth.  Although I was raised in suburban Detroit, I was born in a small town in eastern New York state within eyesight of the Green mountains of Vermont.  This visit back east […]

“He received it not”

When I was a boy – perhaps eight or nine years old – my brother and I were both diagnosed as having a cavity, so we were taken by our mother to an appointment with the dentist to have our teeth filled.  Because our usual dentist was away on vacation […]