Bobby and I were just neighborhood kids on summer break from Ripple High School. Many sunny days we would gather with other kids, have bike races, play pitch and catch…
Originally published in "Our Brown County" magazine, April-May 2011 - source Needmore: Freedom of the Day by Bill Weaver photos courtesy of Bill Land A car carefully negotiates a narrow…
I sat looking at our hands touching, fingertip to palm. I felt somehow my hands should express thanks, as if they had been given a beautiful gift: Your hands laid…
Open our arms to expose our hearts, let all in for a change. Feelings expressed at a time like this are reality just the same. You were there to seize…
We were so happy together walking around the huge wooden ship with billowing sails and polished hardwood decks. There was always plenty of food gifted from the kind sailors. My…