Six Years Ago…

It’s been almost six years since I met Wayne Ringer at the coffee shop in downtown Portsmouth (Virginia) for our first date. Six delightful years. At that first date, he handed me his business card, which affirmed that (just as he’d told me on that first...

“Where’s My Little Shoe?”

Those last two weeks, when I knew that my father was getting close to the end, I’d visit him every morning and every evening. He was sleeping 22+ hours a day at this point, only awakening for a few minutes when someone was speaking to him. In the morning,...

Of Houses and Hubbies

I love Elkins, WV. It’s a beautiful place and a lovely city. And I love the people of Elkins, too. Especially this guy (pictured below), sitting on the rock. His name is Wayne Ringer and he’s from¬†Elkins, West Virginia. He graduated from Davis and Elkins...

My Pink House Has Gone Green

My pink house is now green. Green – as in –¬†environmentally friendly. Well, let me restate that. It’s as environmentally friendly as an old house can be. On March 10, 2011, we assassinated our old cast-iron, oil-fired boiler. It wasn’t pretty,...