I found out last Saturday that our church has hired two plain-clothed policeman to work while we worship. Oh, my. Really? This is serious. - - - - One of my favorite children’s books is called “Pierre: A Cautionary Tale.” Maurice Sendak opens this little book with the words: “There once was a boy named … Continue reading Pierre
Month: February 2018
Airport Stories, Part 3
One last airport story. I saved the best for last. Some 20 years ago I had dreamed up a homemade writers’ retreat for me and three writer-wanna-be friends. It took some juggling to leave my four children and husband for three nights and I was anticipating a good time. A friend drove me to the … Continue reading Airport Stories, Part 3
Airport Stories, Part 2
Sometimes you live a story that makes you happy every time you tell it. This is that kind of story. I was on my way home to North Carolina, in the busy airport in Malaga, southern Spain, K-T-ing (pronounced kay-teeing. That’s what our family calls ‘killing time’), walking aimlessly through the crowds of people in … Continue reading Airport Stories, Part 2
Airport Stories, Part 1
I thought I had a love-hate relationship with airports. But after working on this piece, I think the love wins. My first airport memory is Dallas, 1968. I was 16 years old, a member of a 200-voice youth choir. In my mind I can still see -- and hear! -- that happy, hyper crowd gathered … Continue reading Airport Stories, Part 1