Breath on Paper small group is taking a break between semesters. For the next few weeks we will take advantage of a little time off, we hope you enjoy revisiting our favorites. We'll be back June 12th. I hold the Guinness World Record for carrying the heaviest weight for the longest time. True story ... sort of. … Continue reading Bag Lady No More
There was an exorcism in my car. A real, live exorcism. I'm not making it up. I was there. And it was real. My thoughts had carried me several hundred miles along the interstate as I was heading home. The euphoria of a wonderful holiday spent with family quietly drifted into the book of memories … Continue reading Freedom by the Dashboard Light
"Shut the door! You're going to let the flies in!" With the screened back door constantly slamming behind us as we were in and out playing with friends during the warm summer months, Mom was always reminding us to keep the door shut because she didn't want the pesky winged insects buzzing around indoors. When … Continue reading Shut the door; let Him in
I wasn't watching where I was going and I got smacked across the head with a 2x4. But it was exactly what I needed to knock some sense into the 3-pound brain nestled inside my head that had shriveled to the size of a pea. For several days I have been wallowing in discouragement. I … Continue reading How About Them Apples?
I hold the Guinness World Record for carrying the heaviest weight for the longest time. True story ... sort of. Each morning for the last 50 years or so I picked up the heaviest bag I could possibly carry and hauled it around with me all day long. At the end of the day, before retiring … Continue reading Bag Lady No More
"Thank you very much for giving me this. And I appreciate my fans, also my wife and my girlfriend." The words recently tumbled out of the Ghanaian soccer player's mouth before he realized what he had said. He had received man-of-the-match honors and quickly became the "star" of the video that went viral. A few days … Continue reading Editing, rotating, reframing
Put me in a small plane on a windy day and it's not going to end pretty. When is this going to be over? I thought. I was sweating bullets as the six-seat airplane I was flying in was buffeted by the wind. Sitting in the rear-most seat, I got the brunt of the stomach-turning … Continue reading Holding fast, flying right